It’s nearly the end of 2009. We’re in the last quarter of the year, at any rate. It’s hard for me to believe it, but it’s true.
And while I’ve been on a lots (and lots) of first dates this year, only a smattering of those turned into second dates. And even fewer of those turned into 3rds. All totalled, it’s been one of my least “successful” dating years ever. Nothing even closely resembling a relationship has appeared on the horizon.
No, this isn’t a woe is me post. I’m not particularly sad about all this. I figure it’s just what was meant to be. I’m supposed to be single right now, so that I can be focusing on the other things I’m focusing on (and be there for my family when they need me and all that other stuff).
The funny thing about all of this, though, is that earlier today, I was actually looking forward to something I have planned in the near future. A “going out to have fun” date with one of my guy friends. I promised to take him out and help cheer him up (he’s got big, hard family stuff happening) and play wingwoman for him. And heck, maybe in the the process I’ll meet some new guy for myself.
I guess what I’m saying is that even though I’ve had a year of crappy dating experiences I still like dating. I like flirting with men and going out and letting myself hope that things could work out. And I kinda think that the fact that I still have a positive attitude about the whole thing is worth a post. At least. I actually think it’s worth more than a post. I think I deserve some kind of a prize or reward. Maybe some new red shoes. But I don’t see that happening any time soon.
Tags: dating, hope