Dating and blogging are a lot alike. Well in (at least) one weird way. I used to date a lot. And I used to blog a lot. Every day. Sometimes more than one post a day.
But now that I haven’t been blogging regularly for the past month or so, the stakes seem higher. I sit down to write, work on a post and think, This isn’t good enough. I can’t publish this crap. But what I’m writing is probably no worse than the crap I wrote every day for the past few years. It just seems like a bigger deal now. Now that I’m out of practice.
The same with dating. When I’m dating a lot, going out with 2 or 3 guys a week, I’m super-flexible about who I’ll go out with. It’s fun and good and whatever happens happens. It’s not that I’m a player. I’ve never been a player. Hell, I’m not even sure I know what that word means. It’s just that I’m smart enough to know how stupid I am about men. And so I know that I have no idea who I might fall for, who might be right for me and am willing to take a change on all types of guys. So that’s meant, in the past, lots of dates in the hopes of meeting someone I clicked with.
But when I haven’t dated in a while, like now, I pick over the prospects and make a big fuss over it. As if each date is a big freaking deal. Even though I know, KNOW, that it’s only a silly date.
Not sure if this makes any sense. But it’s what I’ve been thinking about and I wanted to make myself publish something. Because, really, it’s not such a big deal.
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