There are many moments in our life when we feel that the endless turns never stop coming. If you're single, you've been an active participant on the spinning wheel of the dating scene. As an active participant of life I'm willingly putting myself onto the wheel this evening. The wheel? You wonder. The wheel is one night of speed dating. That's right. You know of it. You've heard stories from it. And I'm well, starving reader, I'm doing it.
Now I know. you're saying to yourself. Who does these things? I thought that was only on those basic cable channels where the people who are profiled are crazy and out of their minds drunk on their egos and lacking in other areas. Well I can assure you, I am in no way a overflowing with my own ego nor am I missing any screws.
To me, this process (because I think it's fair to call it a process) should be tried at least once. We know, our society is based on looks, neither mine nor my eventual partner could deny that, but something needs to be said about taking the opportunity to sell your best self for someone who could eventually grow to like you.
Notwithstanding, I do akin this speed dating to lilypads and frogs. I just hope I don't get stuck alone out there in the deep murky swamp.
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As real as I want it to be.
Dust, blown off.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
It was just the other evening while I was over a friend's house staring deep into the burning embers of their newly purchased fire pit, that I became overwhelmed with emotions long buried under the day to day monotony; I am, heads' deep into the single world and I'm alone.
Now this is not to say that I am two breaths away from sticking my head into an overflowing tub, as I would rather bathe in it, but it is a milestone reached nonetheless.
What's more of interest, as of late, is the numerous times I've felt that I have been seeking out the person driving in the car next to me. Or who's in line with me at Target. Or who else has moved into my apartment complex. Or even more surprisingly, the single's events I have signed up to attend. I am not ashamed of any of these opportunities but I am, I will admit, surprised that it has become as of recent super difficult to meet people. I'm convinced it's the area.
No one is changing my opinion of that unfortunate, disastrous accepted acknowledgement.
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