I must give credit where credit is due in the fact that I’m going to spill some schmaltzy content in this post as my thoughts are along the same lines of those of the brilliant Ms Courtenay Rogers (http://www.siblingsnotspouses.com/?p=1188)–thank you for being brave to share your thoughts and feelings
I’ve not exactly had the most spectacular dating history myself–but unlinke Courtenay, I’ve been the antitheses of a serial monogamist. I have been out on countless wonderful first dates–ones that even in my jaded mind I could start envisioning summertime trips and maybe even getting a dog together. I’ve had a few pretty cool second dates, but for the most part, this is where my “love” stories end. I tend to be a “cut my losses” kind of gal after a couple of dates. This is usually where I see he plans a trip like Clark W. Griswold and just “isn’t into dogs” and yeah, that’s about it. No drama, no muss or fuss, just kind of the point in the choose your own adventure book where the story ends abruptly and in a boring manner. Over and over and over…
When I moved up to Chicago, in an act of bravery I dared to try online dating. I have been on all the big sites and I’ve tried some of the free sites for shits and giggles and essentially the results have been the same as far as dates go. But on two occasions, I met a guy with whom I was instantly smitten. The length of the relationships was similar–not long enough for me to refer to him as a boyfriend, but long enough for me to know what his house looks like, whether or not he’s a cover hog and whether or not he farts in his sleep. Both gentlemen have been sweet, smart, accomplished and funny–but unfortunately, they both had baggage that I discovered a little too late. I’d kind of fallen for them. Guy #1 did the dumping deed. Guy #2 got a scripted voice mail from me lamenting the fact that it seemed he was content with just “hanging out” and not really doing the sorts of things that you want to do with a guy you’re crazy about. His reply was something to the effect of “Really enjoyed our time! UR incredibly sexy! Wsh u the best”. Great…way to make a girl feel special.
So after having been a hot mess over wondering whether or not the quarterback was into me (or in adult world, the FBI Agent)–I just couldn’t take not knowing anymore and put the kibosh on it. And I’ve realized that if I try to jump back into dating again like I did after Dude #1 gave me the heave-ho, I’m going to end up with just as disastrous results.
So with the fact that I signed my ass up to run the 8K Shamrock Shuffle on March 25th, I have to dedicate this next month not just to running and getting my ass into shape, but into keeping my mind clear and unclouded by nefarious suitors who could potentially upset my game plan. So until after the Shamrock Shuffle, there will be no dates, no engaging in flirtatious conversation that could lead to a date and certainly no hanky panky just to get by. Cuddling with Boogie is acceptable–he’s neutered and all he wants from me is a food bowl filled twice a day.
So yeah, that’s my hiatus. No men at all, other than my Dad, Stepdad, roomie, brothers, and a select few male friends who have helped me keep my sanity through the past month or so. Wish me luck.