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How To Find A Climber Girlfriend
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10/10 necrobump |
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I was single for 7 years because I was a climber. Every weekend off on a new adventure, screw relationships. Then I met my ex-wife at the base of Whimsical Dreams. Walking it in slippers got me the first date, and we climbed together for most of 20 years. When the kids came climbing was less about big adventures, and more about keeping fit and having fun for her. She didn't feel that big walls or alpine climbing was appropriate for a mom of small kids. I agreed with her, but missed that connection. I kept at it with adventures but on a less frequent schedule, and over time that started to form a rift. As mentioned above, loosing your primary climbing partner, lover and friend in one swoop is pretty devastating. I don't think being with a climber is necessary, but being with an athlete and adventurer is important to me. How can someone who does not have that drive really understand why? Why I get up at 2:00am to go do an alpine route? Why spending a week on a big wall destroying my body and pooping in a bag important? To most people that probably sounds a bit like self mutilation. Good luck with the journey! |
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You better swipe a lot on Tinder. There are 10 boys for every girl. Pay to play and dead profiles galore. |
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I met my climbing partner 14 years ago, married her, and now have kids who are learning alpine climbing. She actually took me on my first outdoor climb (Lady Mountain, a rarely climbed multi pitch choss pile in Zion.) It’s been great for us, especially now that the kids are into it, and we all have a similar sense of adventure. The only downside is that I haven’t developed as strong of relationships with other climbers, as we do most of our trips as a family or a couple. Eggs in one basket. |
Steven Bishopwrote: Shorty before I stumbled upon my wife in the woods (on my first day climbing), she made this same declaration....that she would only date a climber. It's not unreasonable to search for someone that shares your interests, but also keep an open mind if you happen to find someone perfect who isn't a climber. I know that there are plenty of couples that make it work, but as much as me and my wife climb, I don't see how. Plus, you almost never need to search for a partner. Well, until you have kids, but I'm getting ahead of myself ;) |
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Saying "I will only date a climber" is like saying "I will only date white people". Adding a little diversity to your life is a good thing. Food for thought. |
Climber 4QualityCommunitywrote: That's the dumbest thing I ever heard. People seek out other people ALL the time in regards to similar interests. If you spend a large portion of your time doing something and your significant other is not involved in it, then good luck making it work. |
Climber 4QualityCommunitywrote: Not the same thing at all. You are looking for shared interests. "I only date white people" would be like saying "I only date skinny girls". As an aside, many (most) people have a "type" they are attracted to. And the "type" can include appearance, which can be, of course, tied to racial attributes. But then, life sometimes happens in ways you can't predict. |
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Follow my basic 5 step process of how to meet your climbing girlfriend and wife. If it worked for me, it will 100% work for you!
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Chris Cwrote: Simplified it! |
Princess Puppy Lovrwrote: That, my friend, is the crux. |
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A slightly more senior perspective. Right about when I turned 50 I got my walking papers from someone I was in love with. Among many things, she was a strong climber, as was every other involvement before then. The way it all came down left me spent, empty. At the time I rented a room in a house with two other climbers, I’ll call them Jack and Jill to protect the not so innocent. One evening Jill’s cousin came by for a visit. At the time he was a commercial pilot, I think for Delta. He saw me moping around on about my third beer (at least) and asked Jack and Jill what my problem was. They gave him the short version. He looked at me and cleared his throat. “I’m gonna tell you what to do. Take my advice, and you’ll be amazed what can happen. Start by putting up a profile on Match.com.” I was incredulous and got up to leave, but he convinced me to listen, and to learn from his experience. “I’m about to tell you how I met my wife.” He was lonely and put up a profile on Match. Not a free one, but a pay profile with all of its attendant privileges. He promoted himself, all of the great stuff; commercial airline pilot, picture standing on the tarmac with a big jet, all that kind of stuff. He got swarmed with lunatics. Down came the profile. After some thought he put up a free profile (members can contact you but not the other way ‘round) and presented all his negatives. Lots of business travel, no interest in kids, etc., He also put up a friendly looking honest picture. One person contacted him, and they’re married now. I gave it a shot. Profile pic sitting on a portaledge after three days on El Cap. Very grungy looking but real. All the negatives of a climbing addict. No kids, not a lot of fancy stuff, etc. Around the same time a certain Barbara Taylor got talked into trying the Match.com thing by a close friend. She bought a membership, and just for the hell of it, did a search for “Climber. Over 50. No kids.” There was only one. 15 great years later I still get a laugh out of it. I knew I was hooked when she posted on the old SuperTopo forum. She only posted there once, and made it count. The thread was several pages of climbers posting pics of their kids. The only reason I even noticed it was because all of a sudden that thread stayed at the top of the page. She chimed in with “Children are ambulatory tumors that suck the life out of their parents, leaving behind a withered husk.” That, there, was a sense of humor I could live with. She left behind a train wreck of a thread with multiple heads exploding, and invective that would embarrass a pirate. A few years after that I bumped into an old friend in Ryan CG at Josh. He’d just gotten dumped and was quite despondent. He was glad I stopped by, he was about to go soloing for all of the wrong reasons. Having been in that spot, and having nearly paid for that stupidity with my life, I got him some beers instead. I gave him my sage advice, and hoped he’d give it a shot. About a year later I spotted his van in Ryan again. He was siting at the table. I pulled in, curious how things had worked out. Right as he looked up and smiled, the hottest woman I’d seen in a very long time emerged from the van. She looked Argentinian, maybe. He gave me a big old fist-bump and thanked me for the tip. |
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If you are thinking you are going to meet the balanced woman of your dreams at the crag while she's being chased by 20 other dicks you are simply deluded. It warps one's sensibility to be on that pedestal of "hawt climber chick". Follow Kris' advice and you'll find those gems that want honesty and will love you warts and all. Trust me, that ain't your instagram crush who is looking for as much attention as she can get. |
Sprayloard Overstokerwrote: You're sayin' I have warts?? |
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Take your random dates on a real adventure...climbing. If they can onsite 5.10 marry them. That’s what worked for me. |
Hank Caylorwrote: There it is. Literally the most sure-fired move there is and dudes still think dating climbers is rocket surgery. It worked in the movie! |
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Be careful what you wish for |
Pete Swrote: 22 y/o son was telling me about gal he was pal'ing around with, gf "application" not yet submitted. He mentioned she already had her own full trad rack. My only question was how many pink tricams does she have. 0 = dump her, 1 = continue on current path, 2+ = buy the ring now |
Kristian Solemwrote: Consider them "seasoning". :P |
Jim Uwrote: My only question would be, is she open to using pink tricams? BTW: Black is the new Pink. |
