I moved to Los Angeles in March of 1994. I was almost 27. I had a ball my first year in LA. I had a ton of dates. Everywhere I went, it seemed, I met women.
I was an unknown quantity. I was new to LA. I had an Australian accent. I was good looking. I was enthusiastic about life having spent the past six years bed-ridden by Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Every night, I wanted to go out and about. I was immersed in women and felt like there was always going to be plenty for me.
By late 1995, I was sick of playing around. I wanted to settle down but it just didn’t happen with the ones I wanted.
As the years went by, I became steadily less attractive to women. Those my age were getting more serious about life, and I just did not look like marriage material.
Now I’m 47. I’ve never been married. And I fool no one.
At 26 and 27, I met a bunch of smart attractive women via singles ads. Now I’m on Match.com and POF.com (and I’ve had previous stints on Frumster.com and JDATE.com) and I’ve sent off about 250 emails and I get about a 10% reply rate and when I reply to their replies, it’s pretty much all over.
Unless you’re hyper-successful, writer and Alexander Technique teacher just has no sex appeal.
I’ve spent my adult life doing what I wanted and I realize now there is much to be said for choosing a stable profession. Hmm, I always thought I was going to be a star. It didn’t quite work out that way.
