Yep, I’m back in the saddle again, so to speak. Being a single free agent once more isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. “But, can’t you go out and get laid a bazillion times, Alex?” Well, not really… Nope…Not a glimmer of a hope. That’s not to say I couldn’t get laid. I CAN. But I wild one-night romp in the sheets, right now, isn’t what the doctor ordered. But, hey, I have a dating blog. So let’s get to it.
I’ve got some things or myself to figure out and, in the meantime, I’ve been filling my life up with so much other stuff that I haven’t had time to sit still and think about ‘this guy.’ Breakups are no fun. Ever. I actually spent a few minutes thinking about those people that jump gleefully proclaiming how they love breaking. I couldn’t think of anyone like that, because people like that don’t exist.
Anyway, am I complaining a little? Yeah, I am. Being single kinda blows. The process of meeting people can be uniquely intriguing and painfully painful. I went out with one girl who was doped up on morphine. Yeah, morphine. I asked her if she was okay; she seemed “out of it.” Her reply? “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I’m just on morphine. Lower back and all.” Straight faced of course. I’m pretty good at detecting bs, but I wasn’t getting that from her. Moving along…
I met another gal, very lovely, reserved. Quiet, but engaging still. She even wore a little black dress for the date. Turns out she knows about this here blog. Not a problem really, but I’m re-thinking how much I like people knowing about my exploits in the blogosphere.
On the other hand, I’ve met a few other women who are awesome, but I think is more platonic than a romantic thing and I think that it’s shared, or I’m just a twat knuckle and they want nothing to do with me. Which would be totally feasible IF I WASN’T AWESOME! =)
The tool of choice has been OkCupid and that’s all. I meant to signup with How About We, but I haven’t yet. At this point, I don’t really think I should be dating. Mentally, I’m not “there” yet. I’m trying to push my way through it, but I think I have a lot of questions to answer for myself, first. So perhaps I should focus on this guy, have some fun, but really, I need to figure out a few things like “What do I really want in life?” That’s another post.
Join me next time when talk about how the lucky lizard and grilled cheese are a kiss’s worst nightmares…