Locking Love Down While On Lockdown - Part 2

“Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn't mean the circus has left town.”
― George Carlin

It’s that time of the year again, mating season - which translates into (cough, cough) loneliness season. Throw another lockdown into the mix, and you can be sure it’s going to smell like desperation all over town real soo*. Dating during covid-19 (84) ? 10/10, would absolutely recommend (not). The Freud in me would advise you to stay away. Unless you don’t mind sticking your dick in crazy, of course.

The need for human touch and connection has never been so high, understandably so. However, the truth is that with that comes the fact that a lot of people are looking for love and companionship as a way to avoid being alone with themselves.

It’s not because I’m not an active player in the game that I don’t like to stand on the sidelines and pretend I’m a referee. No need to raise my (red) flag, you already know it doesn’t take much for me to hand out yellow cards. Jks. I’m not that generous. Strike 1, you’re out. I’m always a heartbreak away from being on the brink of suicide, hence why I stay the fuck away from the game.

The rules of the game never made sense to me anyway. I don’t live in Walt Disney fantasy land, I’m a realist. And guess what, that scares people away. Most people can’t take the cold hard truth. Well have fun drinking your blue kool aid while I keep my independence.

Most relationships end. And no, going poly isn’t going to make you an exception to the rule. If you want different results, you gotta do things differently, right? That is why I’m huge on not living with your partner. The odds are already stacked against us to begin with. Why not put psychology on your side? But let’s be for real, most people don’t want the real data, they want a slice of their favourite happily ever after nonsense.

Covid romances are back in Montreal, blame it on this second lockdown. Why be a train wreck alone if you can invite someone to join your mess? You know how they say it, misery loves company. Toxicity for one doesn’t satisfy my appetite, bring it for two please. Rough sex is baby pain compared to being fucked over by most single people's favourite coping mechanism - self-sabotage.

If only dating required a healing license. You run away from kindness and genuine love because that’s foreign to your broken inner child. Tough love and toxicity taste so much better.