Sooooo, it's been a millennia since my last posting and I blame the boy, smarty pants (and my fear of him finding out about this blog) entirely for my absence.
What is it about the all-encompassing, life-taker-over, no-sleep, weight-gain-of-it-all with a new relationship??? I think there is some mail sitting on my desk I still haven't opened from June. And forget about the contents of my refrigerator. I believe that fuzzy, brown, lumpy concoction in the tupper-ware container (the lone item occupying the space) is a Weight Watchers bean dip recipe that I optimistically made before my diet consisted of chocolate, wine and pulled pork. (Boys.) It's been there for about as long as that unopened mail. I'm afraid to open either one.
I really hadn't anticipated this. Getting into a hot and heavy relationship, that is. I had planned on dating for a while and having many more sordid, funny, crazy dating stories to spill on this dating expose I've created. And for fear of turning this into a blog about relationships - budding, changing, getting serious - I haven't posted anything. I don't think people find talk of a monogamous relationship half as fascinating as hearing about multiple disastrous dates, idiot dudes, sloppy make-outs and regretful, drunken nights. I know I don't. We all get a kick out of hearing about (other's) cringe-worthy pain that meeting (and making out with) strangers can induce. Living it, for reals, on the other hand, isn't as fantastic.
So here I am....in a quandary about whether or not to continue this little experiment since my life is suddenly boring (meaning, not looney tunes). What I am thrilled about through all of this is that I have been responsible for encouraging some dear friends into signing up to do a little online dating of their own. Maybe I'll have some of them contribute to future postings so we can all live vicariously through them.....any takers?
