In the shower this morning as I was washing off the remains of an awkward failure of a yoga date, I decided it was time to come back to my safe place. It's been almost a year since I last wrote, but recent events have made me realize the world needs to know more about my life and the awkward/hilarious/unfortunate/awesome goings-on.
My springboard back into blog life will begin with a series called "50 First Dates". And no, they're not all with the same person. I do have a mental condition for which there is no cure, but it is not memory loss. It's worse. Much worse. No, I suffer from what many scientists have deemed the Single White Girl with side effects of Anti-Commitment and Relationship Block. As I was recapping my recent outing with a member of the opposite sex, other first dates played in my mind and I decided that this would be a good project for me. A review of my early 20s dating experiences would surely provide me with some insight and retrospect that would prove fruitful for future dates/mates. And, at the least, will provide my friends with some stomach-cramping laughing fits.
One good friend has assured me that I am NOT a dating failure and am at least getting asked out on dates. Which is kind of true, in that I am flattered guys are willing to spend time and money on a head case such as myself. But we'll get past that, I'm sure.
So, without further adeu, a steaming sexless series of dates gone awry. Enjoy.
