Searching for a sole mate
Writer Rose Surnow on her quest for love in spandex
“Being single for a year, I’ve tried it all: the apps, the bars, the vibrator-plus-icecream nights. Nothing has led me to a guy who shares my values: looking hot as hell.
JK. A guy who is motivated and cares about his health. It was time to turn to fitness. The problem? My go-to (and, TBH, only) exercise is yoga – not exactly dude central. So I decided to mix things way up.
“I started with boxing. The room was full of cute bros, but it did not matter. Within minutes, I was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. Everybody bolted as soon as the class ended. No mingling, no flirting. Probably a good thing, given my mascara-tatted cheek. Next up was capoeira. To my surprise, it was a total female fiesta! I stuck it out through the entire martialarts class anyway.
“My last effort: rock climbing. I walked into a climbing gym expecting the worst. But cue the Jurassic Park theme song, because I found the Shangri-la of hot men. They were everywhere ... scaling walls and fixing man-buns.
I went straight for bouldering, which requires no rope or partner (the walls are lower). The freedom creates lots of opportunities to socialise. When your palms burn, you chill, which is how I met Chad. After some small talk, we went for beers. He seemed like a catch: sweet, loved his job, owned a dog and had Zac Efron’s abs. I soon learnt, however, that we had nothing in common. (He also had serious family dramas and very unhealthy coping habits.)
“I never saw Chad again. But I did join the climbing gym for a month, because I liked the workout and its hottie potential. I met a lot of guys there but never really connected with anyone. I later realised I wouldn’t snag my prince there. Turns out, it’s hard to find love when you are trying to be someone you’re not. If the passions you already have lead you to new ones (particularly of the six-pack variety), hallelujah! But if not, well ... there’s no reason to break up with yoga.”