The Origin of this Blog and Life Thereafter
A few months ago, I woke up and realized that the person I had spent my entire dating life with and I no longer worked as a couple. After this sad realization we broke up, ending a decade-long relationship and plunging me, at 28-years old, into the dating scene for the first time.
It didn’t take long to realize that I’m bad at dating.
In the way of advice, I’ve heard it all. Let him chase you, guys like a girl who’s hard to get. Laugh at all his jokes even if he’s not funny. Don’t answer the phone when he calls, wait and call him back. Don’t sleep with him on the first date. Don’t kiss him on the first date. Don’t share too much information, you’ll scare him away. Don’t let him have a second chance if he cancels or screws up. If you hear from him immediately after the date he’s desperate, too long after the date and he’s not interested.
It’s enough to make a girl crazy.
I’ve had some doozies in my short time as a dater. From the guy who suggested that he model his wardrobe for me as our post-dinner entertainment to the social networking king that unexpectedly met my ex to the guy who I insulted the size of TV before he kidnapped my favorite movie, I’ve already chalked up a whole slew of great dating stories in my short clueless dating experience.
But until I meet the boy that brings me soup when I’m sick and doesn’t mind my affection for comfy fat pants and is ok with me not returning his winter socks I’ve stolen because my feet are cold, I’m just going to have to date.
But that doesn’t mean I have to play “the game.” I decided to toss out the rule book and do it my way. The guy for me won’t pay the head games and won’t care that I don’t follow the rules. He’ll like me for who I am right off the bat. Right?
So as I falter in my quest to find that special boy, I’ve decided to start up this blog to chronicle my missteps. As I dust off the dirt from each fall, I learn a little more about me, about them and about what I want out of life.
Look for my first dating misadventure next week with weekly entries following until I either meet my match or stop getting asked out (both perfectly logical outcomes, though the latter seems more likely). But this blog isn’t just about me, well not all the time at least. Share with me your dating disasters! But please, no advice. I will virtually insult you and delete your comment and you off my friends list if you violate this request.
Happy reading!
It didn’t take long to realize that I’m bad at dating.
In the way of advice, I’ve heard it all. Let him chase you, guys like a girl who’s hard to get. Laugh at all his jokes even if he’s not funny. Don’t answer the phone when he calls, wait and call him back. Don’t sleep with him on the first date. Don’t kiss him on the first date. Don’t share too much information, you’ll scare him away. Don’t let him have a second chance if he cancels or screws up. If you hear from him immediately after the date he’s desperate, too long after the date and he’s not interested.
It’s enough to make a girl crazy.
I’ve had some doozies in my short time as a dater. From the guy who suggested that he model his wardrobe for me as our post-dinner entertainment to the social networking king that unexpectedly met my ex to the guy who I insulted the size of TV before he kidnapped my favorite movie, I’ve already chalked up a whole slew of great dating stories in my short clueless dating experience.
But until I meet the boy that brings me soup when I’m sick and doesn’t mind my affection for comfy fat pants and is ok with me not returning his winter socks I’ve stolen because my feet are cold, I’m just going to have to date.
But that doesn’t mean I have to play “the game.” I decided to toss out the rule book and do it my way. The guy for me won’t pay the head games and won’t care that I don’t follow the rules. He’ll like me for who I am right off the bat. Right?
So as I falter in my quest to find that special boy, I’ve decided to start up this blog to chronicle my missteps. As I dust off the dirt from each fall, I learn a little more about me, about them and about what I want out of life.
Look for my first dating misadventure next week with weekly entries following until I either meet my match or stop getting asked out (both perfectly logical outcomes, though the latter seems more likely). But this blog isn’t just about me, well not all the time at least. Share with me your dating disasters! But please, no advice. I will virtually insult you and delete your comment and you off my friends list if you violate this request.
Happy reading!