I've been single for five years now and have been on exactly three dates, two of them in the last week. Now before I start complaining about my angst, let me assure you he's a perfectly nice guy...sweet as he can be. I have no complaints about him. But me on the other hand? I have plenty of complaints about me...
What is it about the potential of a romantic interlude that turns on all my panic alarms...my body and mind goes on full fledged crisis alert. I opened a "Breaking News" email from CNN a few minutes ago convinced it would read, "Girl, he's just not that in to you. Sorry." Of course it was really some nonsense about Moammar Gadhafi (yeah, that guy...pffft). Now it's not like I've spent the last five years desperately searching for Mr. Right, unable to live comfortably in my overaged skin without a man to define me. Quite the opposite...I rarely even look. But having someone pay attention to me leaves me feeling vulnerable and FTFO. What's up with that?
I am so behind. (What's FTFO?) You are so funny! Keep us posted. (I have no complaints about you. Especially now that you're writing on the interwebs again.)
ReplyDeleteLOL...freaked the *bleep* out. I forgot I'm on the interwebs again. It's all about habit...of which I have none.
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