forgive me father...
for i did not pour my heart out on the internet yesterday...work was crutched...
but amazing...
i love my boss.
what a great man.
and i was in meetings all day.
and i was with my silver fox editor, from my previous job.
and i was feeling good.
it's saturday, ass early, and i'm still feeling good.
and, after dinner last night, i've decided to troll greener pastures.
i have 4 more potential nerve dates.
after, i'm moving on...
my argentine goddess, my naughty neighbor, mi amor - told me to go on match.
i know.
more searching for internet love?
but she's right...
i go out...i go out and manage to meet men...
but she noted...
they're probably on the internet anyway...
i may as well continue to increase my chances, exponentially.
this always troubles me, as i hope i don't sound like some crutched up 26 year old who wants to get married or get a boyfriend - that all unravels as it should...and when it may...
but, um, hi, i would like it if someone wanted to get to know me - before sex, after sex - something.
no one wants to date anymore.
it's sort of a move along process.
1)go out.
2)go out.
3)sleep together.
4)become friends.
5)never speak again.
it works on both ends, i'm not blaming men...but it can just be disheartening when you think about all of it. i wonder if men are ever 'disheartened' by it; or if they're just glad to be getting laid. i'm being way too introspective right now.
but, i'm comfortable with it.
i'm an adult.
although my longest bout with internet romance was 3-4 months.
1)i get crutched.
2)he get's crutched.
3)we end it.
*for the added value of online dating, 'ending it' typically happens via email...isn't that great? and new? and innovative? and so personal? all at the same time!
but that hasn't happened in a year, the dating someone for more than 3-4 months, that is. dropping like it's hot via email happens weekly, if not bi-weekly, by my choice - or by the choice of the other.
two of my gurls are on match...
for a month each, respectively...
and they've already had better luck than i have over the past 3 years.
it's all a cloud of one date wonders.
it's all a cloud of 'ok, bye, it was nice meeting you.'
it's all a cloud of anxiety and waiting for the date to be done and doner...waiting to send that email...
nice to meet you...but...
dating makes me tired.
maybe i'll take all of this back.
withdraw completely.
move to colorado.
become a personal chef for my besties that are getting married.
and i'll call it a life.
and they both like to hug me.
and they both adore me.
and i could feed them.
which would make me even more huggable.
but it's saturday, and imma ready to rock.
and, by that i mean...
have my first cup of coffee, put on beyonce...and dance around my apartment...
peace.
posted by tinamarie @ 8:33 AM
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