hey there, virgin! still flexing that v card i see.
Is it smart to forego dating for a life of solitude? Should you be considered the next Mother Theresa? Do you devote the rest of your life to yourself, your family of origin, your career, and your dog? Which dater are you? The serial or the loner? I fit into the latter, the loner. My relationships are few and far between. They come every couple of years; you know, like, leap years. Currently, I’m in the year of solitude. Is it by choice? Not necessarily. Things just seem to work out that way for me. It could be that I’m picky. It could be that I’m open to anything. It could also be that I spend way too much time at home or in the dog park, which you would think is a great dating/meeting ground, but it isn’t- at least not at my local dog park. Would you consider my year of solitude a funk? Or just a year of re-virginization? Did you read that book The Accidental Virgin? I did. I’m finding a lot of similarities with the main character and myself. I’ll admit it. I’ll admit it. November was the last time- to quote the Jersey Shore cast- I “smushed.” I’m not saying that my BOB hasn’t been used. I’m just saying….nothing has entered that wasn’t battery operated. (My apologies for the “graphic” image.) Yes, come November. I’ll become the accidental virgin. Does that erase all my not-so-good experiences? Does that make my number be back at zero? Wouldn’t that be nice?! As you can see, asking questions is what I do best. I do it in my every day life. I ask a bunch of people, well, a bunch of questions. Some can be invasive and some just have no filter. I always give people the option of not answering. I am not a court of law; therefore, I do not require answers. So, let’s revisit my lack of a dating life. I don’t go out as much. If I do go out, it’s with friends. Said friends are usually in relationships and come coupled. No single ladies woo hoo chicks action. Eh…I’m sick of overanalyzing my dating life. It’s the past that doesn’t die or at least shut up. Here we start. The countdown to my birthday, November, the couple holidays. Bleh. Shall we have a throw up fest?
