I Think I'm Ready to Try This!

No--not the dating thing. Wait for it. The blog thing. I started writing over a year ago. People say what I say makes them laugh. So I started writing about my life "offline"--and just got the nerve to go "online." So what if no one reads it? I've handled so much rejection over the past few years--what's a little more? I'm a pro at it. But not at dating. (don't you love my transitions?)

The date. It felt good to go out. I'll admit. That was part of the relationship I loved. Going out. As opposed to NOT going out. Which is what I'm doing a lot of lately. Just not sure there's a love connection. He was nice enough. But he hunts. I don't hunt. Or like hunting. Or guns. The Ex aka: Mr. PP used to shoot squirrels in the back yard. I LOVE squirrels. Why would anyone want to harm them? I get they harm your tomatoes. Same with ducks. Date guy shoots ducks. And apparently gets hotel rooms on first dates.

How would you respond to that? Having dinner in a nice hotel restaurant--dude lives an hour away--when you turn to that part of the dry-date conversation about "it's getting late"...and he says "well I didn't want to drink and drive so I got a hotel room."

And this is why I hate dating. What could I possibly say, that won't make me sound like a prude or a slut? I ignored it. Went home and put on "the ring." Cried for a few minutes. Swore at the ex for MAKING me date again. Then watched Oprah on my TiVo and texted the exted. (sounded better)

I'm not necessarily sure I miss my relationship with my ex, as much as I miss my friendship with him. I'll get back into dating--maybe--but what is it about men that allows them to move on so quickly--they don't miss anything. Especially the friendship? If you're friends with your Ex--I wanna know. Please let me know there ARE people out there who do it. (and they're not named Harry and Sally) It seems like if there was no cheating, lying, stealing or forced weight loss that went on--you should be able to be evolved enough to talk friendly with your ex every now and again?

Nope. Not with double-P. I've always been a person who has no trouble making friends. I love my friends. Friends get you through the hard times. But what's so different about THESE friends? I know. The sex. yeah, yeah, yeah. And no. I don't buy it.

Surprisingly enough--I got another invitation to go on a date that day--at work. Only this one was a set-up. I'm trying to say "yes" to everything these days--in an effort to move on myself. So I agreed to the blind date. I thought--something good must be going on--or the earth has shifted. I never have two dates in one week. But blind dates scare me and scar me more than most. I get why they're called "blind dates"--but people...I can still see.