I haven't been around for a while... but here I am! (If you didn't really miss me, at least try to fake it!) (We women have gotten good at faking it!)
I mentioned in my first post here that it was pretty likely that I would not be posting here very often, but tonight I'm feeling that my idea for a post is much better suited to this blog (more emotional venting with a candy coating of comedy) than my blog (which tends to be oriented more to the realm of sports rants, announcing reasons for my eternal damnation, and posting embarrassing pictures of my friends)
Anyway, this evening was different than most evenings. Most evenings, no matter what's going on, I'm pretty content to be single... Yeah sure, those days I'd love to be seeing someone special, but most of the time I don't let those feelings get the better of me. Tonight was different. I heard a song and I listened to the lyrics, as I am inclined to do lately, and for some reason they got me thinking about my single status, and then I got to really feeling bad about being single.
I think this evening has been building for quite some time to be honest. (If we're saying it has been building since the last time I had a date, ...Well, that's been a LOOOOOOOONG time.) As for other possible causes, I have been exposed to babies a great deal lately, that always gets me thinking about how bad I want to be a mom someday (Not any time soon, but some day.) And in my lexicon of terms, being a mom is generally (though certainly not always) tied to a meaningful relationship. Couple that with the fact that my oldest sister had a baby recently, and my cousin is preggers again, and you get the idea about the baby factor.
I've also had a recent brush with heartbreak, though I don't think that really contributes to this scenario, because that situation was a whole other mess of strange factors and stupidity on my part... but I digress.
I've also talked to a couple people I've had brief pseudo-relationships with... the emotional-fuck-wits, (those who seem to get off on toying with the emotions of others,) the one I fucked over, the list goes on...
I couple all that with my new-found facebook stalker, noting that THAT is the kind of guy I am capable of attracting... Some creep-mo who saw my picture on the facebook and, well, took to stalking me... CREEPY, and not the kind of person one considers dating, no matter how bad the single feeling is weighing on you... at least not if you plan on not being drugged and molested.
So the contemplation of my love life, or rather the COMPLETE lack thereof, began. And I'm left with one question that I continually fumble with... Why am I so un-datable? A list of possible factors:
I don't know where else to go with this...
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On an unrelated note, I have said many funny things and have not been getting VIP QOTD... This upsets me, but only because it's a vanity thing.
Anyway, this evening was different than most evenings. Most evenings, no matter what's going on, I'm pretty content to be single... Yeah sure, those days I'd love to be seeing someone special, but most of the time I don't let those feelings get the better of me. Tonight was different. I heard a song and I listened to the lyrics, as I am inclined to do lately, and for some reason they got me thinking about my single status, and then I got to really feeling bad about being single.
I think this evening has been building for quite some time to be honest. (If we're saying it has been building since the last time I had a date, ...Well, that's been a LOOOOOOOONG time.) As for other possible causes, I have been exposed to babies a great deal lately, that always gets me thinking about how bad I want to be a mom someday (Not any time soon, but some day.) And in my lexicon of terms, being a mom is generally (though certainly not always) tied to a meaningful relationship. Couple that with the fact that my oldest sister had a baby recently, and my cousin is preggers again, and you get the idea about the baby factor.
I've also had a recent brush with heartbreak, though I don't think that really contributes to this scenario, because that situation was a whole other mess of strange factors and stupidity on my part... but I digress.
I've also talked to a couple people I've had brief pseudo-relationships with... the emotional-fuck-wits, (those who seem to get off on toying with the emotions of others,) the one I fucked over, the list goes on...
I couple all that with my new-found facebook stalker, noting that THAT is the kind of guy I am capable of attracting... Some creep-mo who saw my picture on the facebook and, well, took to stalking me... CREEPY, and not the kind of person one considers dating, no matter how bad the single feeling is weighing on you... at least not if you plan on not being drugged and molested.
So the contemplation of my love life, or rather the COMPLETE lack thereof, began. And I'm left with one question that I continually fumble with... Why am I so un-datable? A list of possible factors:
- I am repulsive and doomed to live a life of lonely misery (God I hope this one is not true)
- I have standards.
- Those standards are too high.
- Boys are not ready for me.
- I am intimidating. (At least that's what I've been told)
- I like cheese (though I don't think that has much of anything to do with my datability.)
- I have rules about who I can date based on sports-team loyalties. (Though I think that is inherently tied to the fact that I have standards.)
- It's NOT that I smell bad... I do my best to smell pleasant at all times.
- It's NOT that I am not open to dating. I am very open to dating all kinds of people.
- It's NOT that I am unrealistic. Yes, I am a romantic, but no, I am not unrealistic about my romantic notions.
- It's NOT that I have nothing to offer in a relationship.
- It's NOT that I think girraffes live in the ocean.
I don't know where else to go with this...
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On an unrelated note, I have said many funny things and have not been getting VIP QOTD... This upsets me, but only because it's a vanity thing.

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