I’ve been sitting on my thoughts, thinking about what I would post in the future, when the kinks here at my new home were all worked out. But dammit. I have lots of shit to do today and I don’t want to wait anymore. If it turns out that this transtion continues to take longer than I thought it would then, well, there’s not a lot I can do about it. Technical difficulties and poor planning and whatnot. It’s the story of my life.
I hear that I may lose some of my prolific commenters because they either do not want to or cannot register with onsugar. That’s a shame. I’m really upset by it. As you know, one of the things that I enjoy about this blog is the interaction with my readers. I plan on emailing the nice woman in tech support who’s been helping me all week to see what I can do (??) and I guess, if my comment box continues to remain empty I can always move again. I now own my domain name and so I can move as many times as it takes without it affecting my readers (I think?).
Now, on to my lovelife. Which, by the way, is starting to resemble a LOVE LIFE. Note the caps,bold, underline and red on that statement. Mr. Potential used the phrase ‘making love’ to refer to what we were doing the other night (most of the night and all morning, btw, for those of you who don’t follow me on Twitter). And I wasn’t astonished.
I use fucking as my default verb for sex. And quite frankly, that’s what I’m usually doing when I’m having sex. When I have found myself sexually incompatible with men in the past (men I was dating) it was more than likely because there was too little fucking going on. Mr, Potential used the phrase making love, but it wasn’t, I don’t think, to be polite or decorous. I think he meant, making love when he said ‘making love’. And yes, of course, we were when he said it.
We are still getting to know each other. There are still so many unknowns, for both of us. And there are still some potential dealbreakers in the closet, unfortunately. But so far I am extremely hopeful. He’s been nothing but wonderful to me. It’s been years since I could say that about any man that I’ve known for a whole month (wow, that’s sad).
So here’s my last thought for this lazy Saturday morning – I hid my online profile last night. This is a huge deal for me. I just realized that I have no interest in going on any more first dates for a while. Until I know whether or not things are going to work with Mr. Potential. Until those potential dealbreakers come out of the closet and we see how we’re going to cope with them, together. Until then I just want to focus on my life, my writing and my relationship with him. Those other guys can wait. If it turns out that Mr. Potential was just another bump in the road of my single-ness, they’ll all still be out there in cyber-dating land when I’m done figuring it out. Of course, Mr. Potential hasn’t hidden his profile yet. And I’m sure that sometime in the next 24-72 hours he’ll realize that I’ve hidden mine. And then he’ll have to react. Or not. Either way, it’s going to chance things. Or not.
Oh yeah, I’m going to get lots done today.
Tags: Dating update, dealbreaker, first date, hiding my profile, Online dating, single-ness