Between my mid teenage years and my late twenties, I hid all trace of sexual and romantic desire from the world.
Why? Because of a mix of childhood events, general cultural conditioning, and a string of painful rejections. If I hid my romantic and sexual feelings from the world, I could avoid humiliation, and stay away from the anxiety that surrounds meeting a beautiful girl and not knowing whether you will get together… or not.
This strategy had its benefits. Yet on the inside, I lived a somewhat sterile existence of isolation. Life devoid of meaning. Despite living
Travel far.My dating life suffered.
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