Here I go again, I thought to myself. I am back to the online dating game after a hiatus of two months. I was dating the same knuckle head for that amount of time and then he decided that his impending move to California would have to cease our relationship at once. I think he decided this a week or so after I told him that I thought I might be falling in love with him. I was pretty upset by this decision and did the whole obligatory cry and not eat thing for a day or two. I quickly realized that I was 29 years old and that I was just too old for all of that nonsense and it was time to get back on that horse and try again. I, of course, was upset but decided "screw it, I am going to just find someone better". I am now back on the market. I joined Plenty Of Fish, Match.com, and OK Cupid. Interestingly enough I learned about OK Cupid from said ex-boyfriend, (thanks for the dating tip, ass!). You might think that it sounds desperate to join not one but three online dating websites. I just look at it as covering all my bases in order to meet a decent guy with the requirements that I hold steadfast to. I have a list of things I look for that include and are not limited to: male, single, no children, education, job, non-smoker, not separated, within a reasonable distance, and doesn't own a drop of Ed Hardy. This, as you can imagine, narrows the dating pool quite a bit so I definitley like the idea of working with larger numbers.
I started posting my profiles pretty much the night that my boyfriend called it quits. I act strong but I cannot tell a lie- as I was re-posting my online profiles tears were streaming down my face. The flood of tears were so thick I could barely see what I was doing. I was screaming inside my head that "I can't believe I have to do this all over again". I couldn't believe that I was going to have to sift through piles of stupid comments like, "I like your Barney Rubbles". What does that even mean?! I genuinely thought he was a decent guy and that I would have more than two months with him. Unfortunately life doesn't always go the way we planned or the way we want it to go. I have to go with the assumption that there is someone else better out there for me and that everything happens for a reason. Yes, I did throw up a little in my mouth as I wrote that cause it was so cliche' and disgusting, but it sure does sound good, right? So what is the moral or the point of this blog? The general idea behind my blog is the fact that people scream with laughter after the infinite number of dating stories I have. They tell me that I need to write a blog and that it would be genius. The point of the blog is definitely not to vent or cry over the past but actually to laugh at the experiences that I go through in this modern dating age. It is borderline ridiculous the situations I have found myself in. I don't think I have enough time or memory to recall the horrible dates of the past but I have decided that going forward I am going to document the shit that goes down. Buckle up children because this could be a long and bumpy ride to find "Mr.Right"......
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