Staccato Thursday, August 30, 2007I'm exhausted. From dating.
For real. It's mentally tasking to talk and talk and talk about yourself (or them) and possibly have it lead no where and have to repeat the whole process again in a few weeks. Maybe my apathy is an indicator that the upcoming date I've got might not go well. I'm trying not shoot myself in the foot here, but this is the third date I've had in the last month and half and I'm worried I'm nearing jaded.
Which doesn't sound like a lot, but really, for this town it practically makes me a jezabell-esque sloot. If this doesn't pan out well, then I might have to give the actively dating scene a rest. And yes, I've heard it always happens when you've stopped looking but really that's bullshit because I didn't look for damn near three years and all I got out of it what some serious pent up sexual tension.
And then there is the funny, apparently gravational pull, that the last guy I really liked and I seem to have towards each other. In the last week I've run into him no less than 4 times, and this is a guy I hadn't run into for a least a month. I'm pretty sure that he's about to get a restraining order, but that could be because I like to stand outside his bedroom window at night and stare at him.
That is going to be the thought I'm going to leave you with for this long holiday weekend, I'm off work tomorrow for a lovely 4 day weekend so I hope everyone enjoys their annual break from labor. Drink up.