The dating game

When I was in high school, one of my best friends Kory called himself "The Master." Kory was cute and all, but he wasn't drop dead gorgeous or anything. But boy, did he have a way with the ladies. When it came to girls, I was pretty shy and introverted back then. Of course, I was my usual funny, friendly self, but I seemed to be eternally trapped in that "just a friend" status. But not Kory. He could charm the pants off any girl. And he usually did.

Sometime, a few years after high school, after finally growing comfortable with myself, I too developed this charm. In fact, I got so good at the art of wooing the ladies that eventually my dear friend Kory handed over his "Master" title to me. This string of confidence and ability lasted for a number of years, with its ups and downs of course.

When I moved to New York way back in the Spring of 2004, I was a total wreck over a girl. She's the only one to this day that I can say truly broke my heart. I didn't want a relationship or a girlfriend or any of that; I needed to have some fun and forget about her. After spending some time settling in, that "fun" that I was seeking began to happen. Of course, that has had its ups and downs, too, but as it stands now, at the age of 30 I've almost slept with as many girls in New York as I had when I moved her at the age of 28. But hey, that was fun while it lasted.

I fear that I've lost the art of dating. Even when I find someone I like, I almost feel indifferent. The ol' Rob Gordon charm just isn't there anymore; I can't seem to muster it up. I used to think I was a great catch and had the confidence that I could get any girl I wanted. But now, sometimes I think I'm losing that.