Wow. Just wow. Last night I sat down to write about good daters. And I did, just not as coherently as I would’ve hoped. Somewhere in there I took a major tangent (or two). I guess I had a lot on my mind and wasn’t really all that focused while I was posting.
Well I went there and so I might as well go
there. As much as I think and analyze and yeah, I’ll admit it, obsess over each and every date
and try to figure out guys and who I should allocate time to and who I should give up on and why men behave the way they do, I also spend more time than I should thinking about my past behavior. And, yeah, some of that past behavior has been pretty pathetic.
Let me be clear, I’m not sitting around wondering what could have been. I’m not wishing I’d said different things or reacted differently. I don’t pine. I don’t want any of my exes
back. Things worked out the way they did because that’s the way they were supposed to work out. I made mistakes (usually by picking the wrong guys in the first place). I’m trying to learn from them so that I don’t make the same ones over and over.
I’ve done a few things in my life I’m ashamed of (and I’m probably not going to write about any of them here, at least not yet, this blogging thing is just way too new to me). But I’m not ashamed about the mistakes I’ve made while searching for love
. Sure, I’ve made a fool of myself a few times. I’ve been hurt and I guess I’ve hurt others, too. But my intentions have been pure and I’ve always been as honest as I can be about what I want and what I’m feeling.
When it all gets put down on paper, I know I come off as the queen of dating dysfunction
. That’s cool. I never claimed to know anything more than the average person about dating. I’ve never claimed to be an expert
(How do people get to be experts anyway? I’ve read on some blogs where people claim to be dating and relationship experts and I’ve always wondered how that title gets bestowed on them). I’m just a 38 year old single girl who dates a lot.
, dating dysfunction