At 27, I made a step that changed the rhythm: moved to another big city.
Hope for an "asexual partner" — girl or even guy — didn't let go. In a small town, prospects seemed narrow, but in a big one... why not? More people, more chances for a quiet connection without pressure. I moved to Tallinn — Estonia's capital, with its medieval streets, cafes, and that energy that draws. The move was like a blank sheet: new job, new apartment, new faces. Seemed easier here to find "my person" — someone who values coffee talks.

I don't even remember which site (one of those asexual chats or forums?), but found a girl. She also considered herself asexual — common views, short chat, and we agreed to meet. This was my first real step after all that monitoring and reflections. Excitement? Yes, but quiet, without fireworks.

We met in the cafe she chose — cozy, with a good view. Sat, talked. Conversation flowed easily: a couple of topics about life, everyday. But then... silence. Not awkward, but noticeable. I was then... simple. A guy from a small town — who had seen nothing in this life, without travels, exotic hobbies or stories "I've been everywhere." Work, home — and that's it. And she? Someone who had seen a lot, modern, from a world where everything is dynamic: exhibitions, festivals, "I know the places." I stood out against Tallinners — they seem so... full of impressions. I think for her it was uninteresting — at best, neutral. The meeting ended politely, without "let's repeat." I wasn't offended: understood I didn't "spark," but didn't break either.

Looking back now, I see the lesson: contrast of worlds — like a mirror. "Boring" me was honest, without masks, and that's rare. Tallinn gave not a partner, but space to grow: started trying new things (hobbies, walks), to become more interesting to myself first. And the searches? Continuing — asexual, gay, bi? Time will tell. If you're in Tallinn or nearby, and looking for a simple connection — write. Maybe our "neutral" meeting will become someone's "ideal start"?