As the title implies, I’m coming up on a year since the ink dried and I still have zero interest in dating. To be honest, I don’t even miss sex that much. I’m not sure if it’s due to the overwhelming amount of trauma that I’ve experienced at the hands of my ex wife, or if it’s just because I really like only having to answer to my son. Maybe it’s a little of both? At the beginning I figured by now I would be out here just being a little reckless, and really sampling all on offer as a single man in the late stages of the prime of my life but when I start to create a profile or actually match and begin talking to a woman, I quickly realize how much I don’t want that kind of responsibility, nor do I particularly like the idea of vulnerability as it could be exploited later. Recently I’ve been questioning my ability to ever fully trust again, and when I’ve landed on “no” my reaction hasn’t been devastation or hopelessness but stoicism and radical acceptance. Is it possible that I’m so lonely that I’ve convinced myself that it’s for the best? Or maybe I’m so comfortable with being alone adding another would disrupt my peace? Has anyone else been here? At this place I currently find myself in? Obviously therapy is something I should actively pursue but before I fully commit to doing that, just some real feedback from fellas like me would be really appreciated.