Now, now, dry those tears you little stud muffins – I’ll be back in a month or so.
I’ve had quite a few interesting encounters over the last several months (including one dismal attempt at a relationship with the man who will heretofore be known as "The Replay". Part 1 - The Beginning and Part 2 - The End.) and now - taking a page out of the blog of my friend over at Once in A Blue DC Moon – I’m taking a time out from the dating scene.
I’m off the online dating sites. Profiles = deleted.
I’m done with those text message flirtations. Text someone else, my friend.
When I go out with my friends it will be solely to have fun with my friends and not to mack on boys.
The last several months have made me become a little fed-up with the whole process of dating and relating to new people.
I’ve been like Goldilocks and the Twenty Potential Suitors. This one’s too short, that one’s too messy. This one likes football too much, that one plays too much DND. This one is too wild, that one’s too tame. That one’s an Evangelical Christian, this one’s a metal-head. The list goes on and on and on and on and on -
But there’s never one who’s just right.
So until I am willing to appease myself with the ones who are almost right again, I’m just going to take a breather. I'm going to get back to doing things I like just because I like them. I'm going to get back to going to coffee shops on my own just to soak up new atmospheres while I work on my writing. I'm going to spend more time with my family. I'm going to spend less time as a hermit in my apartment waiting around for boys.
Now, who wants to have completely meaningless, no-strings-attached sex?
Shit. I’m already doing this wrong.