Dating Confessions: Unsexy Disclosure

Anyone who has dated men, befriended men, been married to a man or worked with men knows men have issues. Boy do men have issues. They really should go see a therapist. But who could convince them?

And when you’re sitting across the table from each other sipping your cocktails, a lot of disclosure filters out. Some of it not so sexy. Alcohol might be an aphrodisiac but it has its limits.

Ritalin Girl might have a bad girl blog but in real life she gives off empathetic therapist vibes. And wears glasses. So, naturally.

Back last year, Ritalin Girl went on a few dates with J. J was a successful hockey coach and entrepreneur who explicitly stated on his profile that he liked “intimacy”. No way Jose.

Anyway on the second date things got intimate in the wrong way and J spilt the beans on childhood sex abuse. From his now deceased grandad. It was a heavy night.

She met her fair share of men with mummy issues. And you know what they say about men with mummy issues or women with daddy issues. About trying to re-enact the paternal/maternal relationship through their intimate bonds. Yep, messed up. Ritalin Girl wasn’t ready for that shit.

Last year she met a guy for an innocent coffee on a first date and benign conversation turned into a chat about childhood domestic abuse and protecting his sisters. Sad but true.

I wrote about M in another blog post. The last time he saw his dad he left that family reunion with a black eye. Happy families. Maybe that’s why he was so screwed up.

So Ritalin Girl astutely concludes: we’re all fucked in this life. Few make it out undamaged.