I used to love dating. I’d get a thrill picking out an outfit that best accentuated my assets, putting on makeup, doing my hair – and then there was the thrill of the date – the sparks, chemistry, good conversation, wondering if we’ll go out again.
Friends, I’m no spring chicken. I’m 37 years old. I’ve been dating since I was about 15 years old. For those of you who are bad at math, like I am, that’s 22 years. That’s a long to be dating.
That’s 22 years of outfits, makeup, hair product, conversations. Damn, that’s a lot of wasted words!
I’m making a proclamation here on my dating site. I’m tired of dating. If I do continue to go out on dates, I’d prefer for them to be with the same person – repeatedly – until then culminate in a wedding or an extensive vacation (really, I’m open to either).
Help me out, friends. Introduce me to eligible bachelors so I can stop this bitching and, even better, stop having to go to speed dating so damn much.
Ok, go back to your surfing the web or playing Bejeweled (oh wait, that’s me).
Ok, so it is later the same evening and I just re-read my post from earlier today. Can we say PMS? I don’t normally like to blame getting all girly on PMS, but the reality is, I tend to get more emotional and sappy and shit.
Sorry to subject you to my pity party from earlier today.