People keep asking me about my dating life. It’s been a long time since I’ve written about a recent date, here. There are a few reasons for that. All falling under the theme – nothing worth writing about.

I’d thought I’d met someone interesting, way back in the fall, before I got sick. Not much had happened yet, but he seemed interesting and we certainly liked each other. Which is more than I can say for any of the other guys I’d met in 2011.

And then I got sick. Really sick. Can’t get out of bed sick.

I tried to explain to him what was going on. That I wasn’t avoiding him. That my not answering his texts for days had nothing to do with him…

Instead of listening and understanding, he made it about him.  He was insecure and kept needing my reassurance that I did, indeed, like him. Which I didn’t have the energy for.

Truth is, it’s not the kind of thing I want to deal with, even when I do have the energy. We’re all insecure, in our own way. And I’m willing to overlook a certain level of neediness. But he crossed my threshold.

I didn’t write about it sooner, because the guy in question would have probably seen the post (I let slip about the blog). I didn’t want to make him feel bad and thus wound his already fragile self-esteem.

So what about since then, you might be thinking?

A couple/few really crappy first dates. Really. Crappy.

Truth is, I don’t want to write about any more crappy first dates. Especially the, we-met-online-and-he-was-older/creepier/drunker-than-I-thought-he’d-be type. I’m tired of those. Of writing about them, reading about them and certainly having them. So much so that I’ve retired all of my online dating accounts. At least, for now. I still think that online dating can be a great way to meet people. But I’m just kind of tired of the way the game is played.