My name is Amanda. I write stuff. You read it and comment as you like. I have a kid. He's amazing. I also have a job. It's a job. Sometimes I do yoga. I haven't figured out life yet, and part of me secretly hopes I never will because trying to do so can be kinda fun.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
I wish dating was simpler
I do. I wish that instead of all this wondering and hoopla, I could go up to a guy and say "Hi. I like you. Do you like me? No? Okay, I'll move on, then." or "Yes? Great. This is the part where you take me out on a date. You don't have to spend a lot of money on me. The point is to spend time together. I'm free this Saturday. Sound good?"
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I think I may have spotted a solution: I just need to find someone who is as deliriously desperate as I am. It's the perfect recipe for a lifetime of miserable codependency, or happily ever after.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny, really, my constant desire to have a relationship. I'm perfectly content being antisocial...but not single? Weird. This is the character trait (flaw?) that prompts me to often rush into and hold onto crappy relationships. Brilliant.
I know I'm better than that. Stronger than that. Et cetera. (Hmm. Apparently et cetera is two words, not one. Thanks Wikipedia.)
Anyway, I feel so done with emotional roller coasters. I don't even like real roller coasters. About a month ago I was counting late, late at night how many times I've been dumped or experienced serious emotional rejection in my life. I don't remember the exact number because it was, in fact, insanely late (rather like right now), but I think the number was well over 30.