4) It’s not all about sex I used to think that dick appointments were only a success if you limped into an Uber with crusted semen in your hair.But I think it’s safe to admit that having sex for the sake of an orgasm is just not the one.So every time I was ghosted, I’d take myself for dinner. Not only did it take the emphasis off being rejected, but rather than feeling insecure and inverting, it reminded me that my company was something to be celebrated. as if it was some sort of freakish accident, but it wasn’t really.I very deliberately did not date because I had some stuff to work on, and I was busy, and, well, I can procrastinate like anything. My half-Vulcan jerkbrain kept trying to talk me out of going, so I made a list: The only real cons were that it would be a decidedly hetero evening (bi-invisibility = meh) and oh the CRUSHING TERROR. (9) Some of the attendees were too terrifyingly awesome for words. “You don’t get what you want, if you don’t go for it,” one tells me.And to be fair, I kissed so many frogs just because they spoke to me, I’m surprised I didn’t get mono… 2) Don’t take rejection personally Shyness usually boils down to rejection, and while on some level you know it’s not personal, you still end up cry-wanking to old episodes of But the beauty about New York is that you can get ghosted by one boy, and the second you turn the corner there’s five more waving their dicks about.
5) But it’s not all about sex Being on the brunt of unrequited love is like getting the shit end of the stick (or not, as it seems), but after a non-starter with one guy in particular, I realised that I was secure enough in myself to keep a guy I liked romantically in my life as a friend.And not just the homeless men urinating on your shoe.