Last night I was doing my daily round of checking out the latest happenings in the online dating world when it happened. It snuck up on me like Jacquizz Rodger's sneaks up on the opposing teams defensive line. I absentmindedly clicked on what I thought was a harmless profile. Then, with horror I saw it. His age. This wee little lad was only 19 years old. WHA? Who is online dating at the ripe age of 19? Evidently, this guy. Sweet lord. I had just become an accidental Cougar. After letting out a short shriek and swiftly exiting out of his profile, I remembered something...this Mini Man could see that I viewed his profile. Sweet lord. I now looked creepier than Ben Roethlisberger during an off season.
Dear Online Dating Sites,
Please get a disclaimer that says, "This guy is young. Too young for you. Please do not look at his profile unless you want to feel all icky inside."
Love,
Me
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Pet name at standard?
Last night I was "talking" to a guy online and he said I was "cuter than allowed by law" and then he called me "Tiny Lil Pint-Sized Trooper". Escusey bear?!?! Tiny Lil Pint-Sized Trooper?! Do you think I could legally change my name to that? Hilarious!
On another note: today my M.I.P. (Men Improvement Plan) might have gone up from 1- not at standard to a 2- approaching standard. The verdict is still out if I deserve this upgrade. However, I did follow the plan this weekend and didn't "over text". One of my friends went as far as to suggest I move up to a 3- at standard. That suggestion was quickly ruled out and laughed at. Rude stick! I think I am at standard...but barely.
On another note: today my M.I.P. (Men Improvement Plan) might have gone up from 1- not at standard to a 2- approaching standard. The verdict is still out if I deserve this upgrade. However, I did follow the plan this weekend and didn't "over text". One of my friends went as far as to suggest I move up to a 3- at standard. That suggestion was quickly ruled out and laughed at. Rude stick! I think I am at standard...but barely.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Men Improvement Plan
Last week I was presented with my first M.I.P. No, not minor in possession (been there, done that) but my first Men Improvement Plan. This plan is based off of what Special Education students receive to improve their learning (an IEP Individual Education Plan). I guess my friend thought I was two standard deviations below my grade level when it comes to men. Evidently, I am Special Ed in this subject and need a plan...immediately.
DMP (Dating Measure of Progress)
4- Exceeds standard
3- At standard
2- Approaching standard
1- Not at Standard
Results: 1 Not at standard
Strengths- on a dating website, went on a blind date
Weaknesses- on a dating website, eager texter (patience is a virtue), not enough "dates" too many late night calls, # deleter and adder which causes memorization of numbers
Trends, Issues, Concerns...
Needs to have patience, give a guy time to pursue, stop over texting, stop deleting numbers, NEED MORE PRACTICE
Growth goal- Join a real website and try for guys who actually "pay" for their dating service, date someone closer to your city
A big thanks to my friend for providing this pure piece of gold and hilariousness!
If anyone wants to add to my M.I.P. please feel free. This is a working document.
DMP (Dating Measure of Progress)
4- Exceeds standard
3- At standard
2- Approaching standard
1- Not at Standard
Results: 1 Not at standard
Strengths- on a dating website, went on a blind date
Weaknesses- on a dating website, eager texter (patience is a virtue), not enough "dates" too many late night calls, # deleter and adder which causes memorization of numbers
Trends, Issues, Concerns...
Needs to have patience, give a guy time to pursue, stop over texting, stop deleting numbers, NEED MORE PRACTICE
Growth goal- Join a real website and try for guys who actually "pay" for their dating service, date someone closer to your city
A big thanks to my friend for providing this pure piece of gold and hilariousness!
If anyone wants to add to my M.I.P. please feel free. This is a working document.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Lying for days!
And the lie was...................(mental drum roll) the obvious choice: I have met three people on the Internet that I thoroughly enjoy. It's more like five. Again I lie. The number is more like .6889 of a guy. That's right. A decimal of a man. Let's break it down shall we.
First and most importantly. God bless the Internet. It never fails to entertain me. They will let anyone on this little thing called Internet these days. I am still getting many a fascinating email from the special breed of men that happen to have accounts on the same free dating site I do. Sometimes I just want to meet them to ask them about their life and how it works. Then I again realize that I am on a free site and there are a ton of freaks and creeps out there, so I would be a fool to meet them anywhere and anytime. Write that advice down.
Now onto the stories behind Two Truths and a Lie
1. I did indeed go on a date with Mr. Good Apple from a few posts ago. (Yes, I do realize this meeting was LONG overdo). We met at a very public restaurant in the middle of our towns. He seemed like a really good guy. He was funny, smart, cute, and sweet. Problem was: I left the date still not knowing if we were better in the friends zone or if we should date again. Good Apple texted me after the date and then the whole next day. Classically, I didn't get another text for a whole week. Painful! Being a woman, I spent the next week contemplating what the date meant and what the lack of texts meant. Of course, being a man, Good Apple spent the next week thinking of beer, boobs, and baseball (actually I don't know what he was thinking about that week but it's fun to imagine). Bottom line: this "relationship" is To Be Continued for now.
2. I broke down. I saw an ad (damn you advertisers) for a special on eharmony and broke down and got a membership. I wish I had conferred with someone because this site has become the biggest waste of my money ever. The men all seem kind of like Mouth on One Tree Hill (when he was in high school because now a days I think he is kinda hotza). If you are not into One Tree Hill let me break it down even further. The men seem like E.T. They need to phone home and catch a clue. I am totally and completely lumping all these men in one group and I apologize for that. I actually blame myself. My profile must not show my true passions and what I desire in men. So, I tried to fool the system and specify who my "matches" should be, but they were still pretty Patrick Demsey nerdy (obviously before he became Dr. Dreamy).
3. Clearly I have not found three people I truly enjoyed. The reason? Internet. Dating. Pickings are thinskiway! I am not judging all of the sites out there. I am just judging the sites I am on.
How do I solve this dilemma? Don't worry! I have a friend who has outlined a plan for me. Stay tuned for the M.I.P. Men Improvement Plan for Cherry Slurgin.
First and most importantly. God bless the Internet. It never fails to entertain me. They will let anyone on this little thing called Internet these days. I am still getting many a fascinating email from the special breed of men that happen to have accounts on the same free dating site I do. Sometimes I just want to meet them to ask them about their life and how it works. Then I again realize that I am on a free site and there are a ton of freaks and creeps out there, so I would be a fool to meet them anywhere and anytime. Write that advice down.
Now onto the stories behind Two Truths and a Lie
1. I did indeed go on a date with Mr. Good Apple from a few posts ago. (Yes, I do realize this meeting was LONG overdo). We met at a very public restaurant in the middle of our towns. He seemed like a really good guy. He was funny, smart, cute, and sweet. Problem was: I left the date still not knowing if we were better in the friends zone or if we should date again. Good Apple texted me after the date and then the whole next day. Classically, I didn't get another text for a whole week. Painful! Being a woman, I spent the next week contemplating what the date meant and what the lack of texts meant. Of course, being a man, Good Apple spent the next week thinking of beer, boobs, and baseball (actually I don't know what he was thinking about that week but it's fun to imagine). Bottom line: this "relationship" is To Be Continued for now.
2. I broke down. I saw an ad (damn you advertisers) for a special on eharmony and broke down and got a membership. I wish I had conferred with someone because this site has become the biggest waste of my money ever. The men all seem kind of like Mouth on One Tree Hill (when he was in high school because now a days I think he is kinda hotza). If you are not into One Tree Hill let me break it down even further. The men seem like E.T. They need to phone home and catch a clue. I am totally and completely lumping all these men in one group and I apologize for that. I actually blame myself. My profile must not show my true passions and what I desire in men. So, I tried to fool the system and specify who my "matches" should be, but they were still pretty Patrick Demsey nerdy (obviously before he became Dr. Dreamy).
3. Clearly I have not found three people I truly enjoyed. The reason? Internet. Dating. Pickings are thinskiway! I am not judging all of the sites out there. I am just judging the sites I am on.
How do I solve this dilemma? Don't worry! I have a friend who has outlined a plan for me. Stay tuned for the M.I.P. Men Improvement Plan for Cherry Slurgin.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Two Truths and a Lie
It has been awhile since I graced you with my presence. I apologize for that. There have been a lot of successes in the internet world that I need to inform you on. Or have there? We are going to play our first game on the Slurgin home front. I will be giving you three options and you need to tell me which one is the lie. I will follow this post up with the stories that go behind them. Good luck to you all.
- I finally went out with a guy from the website.
-I have expanded my search and joined another website...not as free as the last one.
- I found at least three men that I have thoroughly enjoyed on dating sites.
Ok my friends. Which one reeks of lies from the Slurg?!
- I finally went out with a guy from the website.
-I have expanded my search and joined another website...not as free as the last one.
- I found at least three men that I have thoroughly enjoyed on dating sites.
Ok my friends. Which one reeks of lies from the Slurg?!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Possible diamond in the rough?
After weeks of awkward messages, creepy names, and seriously disturbing conversations I can say with strong confidence that I am a bit burnt out by this internet dating mumbo jumbo. Things just got worst when I thought I had actually picked through all the bad apples and actually found a good apple. However, I feel like this 'good' apple might have been my imagination playing dirty dirty tricks on me. Here is Mr. "Good Apple’s" story.
I had been messaging back and forth with Mr. Apple for a week or so. He seemed nice, it looked like he had all of his stuff together (he had a job and a car...you can't ask for too much on dating sites). Most importantly, he went to the same college as I did and we both love watching football. The day before I left for a vacation we exchanged numbers. Throughout the vacation we texted non-stop; he seemed like a pretty cool guy and I had fun talking to him. (Side note: you will probably never hear me say that I like a guy before I meet him. How in God's name do you like someone while just texting with them? I don't get that. I like texting with him. That is far as I will go).
Let's fast forward to the day after I get back from my trip. We start texting (obviously he texts me first because I am all about playing hard to get...false. I usually have very little restraint, but I barely know this guy/don't know him at all, so I found the patience that I lack normally and waited for him to contact me) and he started to ask when we should meet. Perfect. Let's meet! (Ok, so I am acting casual about meeting, but in the back of my mind I freaking the hell out due to the fact I hate blind dates)! Then Mr. Good Apple decides to not pick a time or a day for the date. He just kept on saying, "Soon". Perfect Mr. Johnny Appleseed. Just perfect.
I have to back up a little to tell you that Mr. Apple may or may not have had a couple strikes against him already. First strike, he was being a little fishy about questions about his life. Not giving me the full run down on things. Strike one. Strike two was because he didn't like my football team and liked a creepy team from a creepy village. Not a big deal to you? Big deal to me!
The worst part of this whole thing?! I took a gander at his profile again today. Now his profile is covered with red flags that I didn't see before. Such as, he doesn't think he wants kids, he likes to garden (what the hell?), and he doesn't live in my city (you might be asking how I didn't realize he didn't live in my city...all I can tell you is that I am just not a very observant person. My bad).
Is Mr. Apple my diamond in the rough? Or just rough? Only time will tell. Maybe I should go out with him to find out.
I had been messaging back and forth with Mr. Apple for a week or so. He seemed nice, it looked like he had all of his stuff together (he had a job and a car...you can't ask for too much on dating sites). Most importantly, he went to the same college as I did and we both love watching football. The day before I left for a vacation we exchanged numbers. Throughout the vacation we texted non-stop; he seemed like a pretty cool guy and I had fun talking to him. (Side note: you will probably never hear me say that I like a guy before I meet him. How in God's name do you like someone while just texting with them? I don't get that. I like texting with him. That is far as I will go).
Let's fast forward to the day after I get back from my trip. We start texting (obviously he texts me first because I am all about playing hard to get...false. I usually have very little restraint, but I barely know this guy/don't know him at all, so I found the patience that I lack normally and waited for him to contact me) and he started to ask when we should meet. Perfect. Let's meet! (Ok, so I am acting casual about meeting, but in the back of my mind I freaking the hell out due to the fact I hate blind dates)! Then Mr. Good Apple decides to not pick a time or a day for the date. He just kept on saying, "Soon". Perfect Mr. Johnny Appleseed. Just perfect.
I have to back up a little to tell you that Mr. Apple may or may not have had a couple strikes against him already. First strike, he was being a little fishy about questions about his life. Not giving me the full run down on things. Strike one. Strike two was because he didn't like my football team and liked a creepy team from a creepy village. Not a big deal to you? Big deal to me!
The worst part of this whole thing?! I took a gander at his profile again today. Now his profile is covered with red flags that I didn't see before. Such as, he doesn't think he wants kids, he likes to garden (what the hell?), and he doesn't live in my city (you might be asking how I didn't realize he didn't live in my city...all I can tell you is that I am just not a very observant person. My bad).
Is Mr. Apple my diamond in the rough? Or just rough? Only time will tell. Maybe I should go out with him to find out.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The winner is...
I found him! I finally found him! No, not the love o' my life, but the biggest doucher in America! This message is phenomenal and doesn't need any introduction. So without further adieu I give you Mr. Douchebag McGee. You're welcome!
"I have a concern. I think we should have the time of our life tonight! Just in case tomorrow aliens come down and steal all the pretty women who have beauty that is literally from another planet. Given most of the women in this world are cookie cutter, plastic, orange skin and bleached hair. And then Cherry appeared. So I know "if" big "if" right? Well "if" the aliens come tomorrow at least we will be able to say your last night on earth was amazing. Sounds pretty fantastic doesn't it?"
God Bless America!
"I have a concern. I think we should have the time of our life tonight! Just in case tomorrow aliens come down and steal all the pretty women who have beauty that is literally from another planet. Given most of the women in this world are cookie cutter, plastic, orange skin and bleached hair. And then Cherry appeared. So I know "if" big "if" right? Well "if" the aliens come tomorrow at least we will be able to say your last night on earth was amazing. Sounds pretty fantastic doesn't it?"
God Bless America!
Monday, August 16, 2010
2 weeks in
I have now officially been on a dating website for about two weeks and I may or may not have a story or two already. First and foremost, I decided to join a free site for a couple reasons. The main reason is that I am cheap. Very cheap. The second reason is that I may or may not be fully committed to this adventure yet and it is hard to justify spending money on something I don’t really believe in 100%. I will not be telling you guys which site I am on because I may (on occasion) talk badly about it!
Within the first couple days of joining the site I had started talking to a few men. One happen to have a child, so he is out (no offense to children, but I still act like a child some days, so I am not ready for my own) and one seemed ok. Until I got his third email that asked me for my number. Remember last post when I told you I hated talking on the phone? So, when Mr. Man tried to rush to the digits I was slightly more than nervous about it. Awesome. First two guys= fail! Ok, one guy failed and one guy scared me so I take that as two fails!
If I thought it would stop at two guys equaling a fail…I was mistaken! I have had about a handful of gentlemen who have made me contemplate whether I should continue online dating or enter a nunnery instead.
Here are some examples of some wonderful men out there (please keep in mind that I am picky…very picky).
1. I shall call him Mr. Likes to speak his Mind without Thinking: Mr. Likes had a good profile and seemed like a pretty chill guy until I read his PS at the end of his first email. All it said is: “PS- I like curvy women ” Awesome. Literally my picture barely shows my upper half. Damn you boobs! Not sure if he thought it was a compliment to get me to feel comfortable. I just thought he needed lessons on how to talk to a woman. Rude stick goes to you sir.
2. I shall call him Mr. I say WAY too much on my Profile that makes Zero Sense: Mr. Way to Much seemed pretty cute, but when I scrolled down to his interests he claimed he was interested in “discriminating within reason”. Not sure what that means Mr. Man, but I am going to discriminate against you. At least I have a reason.
3. I shall call him Mr. Find a New Name STAT: Mr. Name’s profile name is Good 69. I am not kidding. I wouldn’t make this up. He also used all caps in his message to me. I wanted to write back. STOP YELLING and please for the love of everything good and holy figure out a new name! I wonder if that name ever works…this girl will never find out! See ya!
4. I shall call him Mr. Rasta Man: I got a message one day that simple said, “You are beautiful” I don’t care who you are. That is sweet. I checked out his profile and this man had hair down to his hip area and he was 45. I realize age is just a number, but 45 is a number that is too high for me. Oh. The best part is that he messaged me again a couple hours later to say, “You really are beautiful.” Thank you sir. By the way, Bob Marley called, he wants his hair back. Hasta!
5. I shall call him Mr. No Clue how to Court a Lady: Mr. No Clue and I had messaged back and forth a couple times and No Clue decided that it was time for us to meet for the first time. I was thinking the first date would include a nice dinner, or drinks, or a walk in the park. I was thinking wrong. Mr. No Clue had another idea. Literally the man asked me if I would like to meet him at Denny’s. Denny’s?! Are we going to go there after being over served at 2:30 a.m.? Because that is the only time I have entered that establishment. Usually I am a nice human but I had to respond to that with, “Going to Denny’s sounds like a terrible idea. Sorry.” Eat a Grand Slam for me sometime buddy!
Ok, now after writing down five of my stories I realize that some of them are not so bad, and I may just be the Miss Picky Patty that everyone tells me I am. I am trying to be open, but for now I am thinking being picky is an ok thing to weed out the goobers and find my one true lobster (this is a Friends reference by the way).
Two weeks in and no true love, but I have met some truly “special” men. So, it hasn’t been a total loss…yet!
Within the first couple days of joining the site I had started talking to a few men. One happen to have a child, so he is out (no offense to children, but I still act like a child some days, so I am not ready for my own) and one seemed ok. Until I got his third email that asked me for my number. Remember last post when I told you I hated talking on the phone? So, when Mr. Man tried to rush to the digits I was slightly more than nervous about it. Awesome. First two guys= fail! Ok, one guy failed and one guy scared me so I take that as two fails!
If I thought it would stop at two guys equaling a fail…I was mistaken! I have had about a handful of gentlemen who have made me contemplate whether I should continue online dating or enter a nunnery instead.
Here are some examples of some wonderful men out there (please keep in mind that I am picky…very picky).
1. I shall call him Mr. Likes to speak his Mind without Thinking: Mr. Likes had a good profile and seemed like a pretty chill guy until I read his PS at the end of his first email. All it said is: “PS- I like curvy women ” Awesome. Literally my picture barely shows my upper half. Damn you boobs! Not sure if he thought it was a compliment to get me to feel comfortable. I just thought he needed lessons on how to talk to a woman. Rude stick goes to you sir.
2. I shall call him Mr. I say WAY too much on my Profile that makes Zero Sense: Mr. Way to Much seemed pretty cute, but when I scrolled down to his interests he claimed he was interested in “discriminating within reason”. Not sure what that means Mr. Man, but I am going to discriminate against you. At least I have a reason.
3. I shall call him Mr. Find a New Name STAT: Mr. Name’s profile name is Good 69. I am not kidding. I wouldn’t make this up. He also used all caps in his message to me. I wanted to write back. STOP YELLING and please for the love of everything good and holy figure out a new name! I wonder if that name ever works…this girl will never find out! See ya!
4. I shall call him Mr. Rasta Man: I got a message one day that simple said, “You are beautiful” I don’t care who you are. That is sweet. I checked out his profile and this man had hair down to his hip area and he was 45. I realize age is just a number, but 45 is a number that is too high for me. Oh. The best part is that he messaged me again a couple hours later to say, “You really are beautiful.” Thank you sir. By the way, Bob Marley called, he wants his hair back. Hasta!
5. I shall call him Mr. No Clue how to Court a Lady: Mr. No Clue and I had messaged back and forth a couple times and No Clue decided that it was time for us to meet for the first time. I was thinking the first date would include a nice dinner, or drinks, or a walk in the park. I was thinking wrong. Mr. No Clue had another idea. Literally the man asked me if I would like to meet him at Denny’s. Denny’s?! Are we going to go there after being over served at 2:30 a.m.? Because that is the only time I have entered that establishment. Usually I am a nice human but I had to respond to that with, “Going to Denny’s sounds like a terrible idea. Sorry.” Eat a Grand Slam for me sometime buddy!
Ok, now after writing down five of my stories I realize that some of them are not so bad, and I may just be the Miss Picky Patty that everyone tells me I am. I am trying to be open, but for now I am thinking being picky is an ok thing to weed out the goobers and find my one true lobster (this is a Friends reference by the way).
Two weeks in and no true love, but I have met some truly “special” men. So, it hasn’t been a total loss…yet!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Let's Do This!
So, here's the deal...I am a 28 year old single woman living in a big/little city (if you don't know what that means you might just want to contemplate it for a hot second). Ok, I will explain that one, so you can get used to my special vocabulary (you will soon find out that I have a language that is quite interesting at times. My friends and I seem to enjoy creating new words and new meanings. We think it is funny. That is why we don’t have that many friends). It is big, but it is also has a bit of a small town feel (this sentence refers to the city I live in, but I have to say this…that's what she said). Ok, back to me. My name is Cherry. I live in a city. I am single and I am ready to mingle...maybe.
Here is the thing about me. I enjoy men I really (really) do, but I have never been super serious with any of them. I usually enjoy the casual hang outs/hook ups for a couple days/sporadically or for one night. I am not a dirty girl by any means, but I have been around in some sense of the word.
I have hung out with all sorts of men. Short, tall...ish (I say ish because I am rather short, so all my tall friends get a bit angry pants if I take one of their vertically blessed men), funny, not at all remotely amusing, cute, not so cute, intelligent, and really unintelligent. After thinking about the many years that I have just been hanging out with all these men, but not committed to any of them I have to ask myself, "why not?" Some of my amigas claim that I am afraid of commitment. Now that I am 28 and STILL single I might have to start agreeing with them.
So, this brings me up to the present. What can I do to help shake my fear of commitment? Then it hit me. Maybe I need to start putting myself out there, so that I can start meeting guys that aren’t…ridiculous (this was the nicest word I could think of). In my life it is pretty hard to meet anyone. I work with only women or gay men, I only hang out with my friends and their husbands, the thought of meeting men at gyms makes me want to vomit a bit, and then I go to bars. Let it be known that going to a bar will almost never give you a healthy relationship. Believe me. I have tried. Ok, I haven't really tried, but I gave a small effort (remember that fear of commitment thing). Anyway, the bottom line is that my life is not conducive to finding and meeting wonderful men.
Then I realized. It is 2010. The twenty first century is the century for internet dating. I needed to get on a website and stat. There were only a few problems with this new adventure.
1. I hate dating. Literally HATE it.
2. Blind dates are possibly the worst.
3. I despise using the phone. It is so bad that my Mom had to learn to text or else she would never be able to talk to me because I never answer phone calls.
4. Online dating...really? Do I really want to do this?
The answer...not really. But that might change. Bottom line is I need to put myself out there. I need to start stretching my limits, to get out of my comfort zone, so I can experience all that life has to offer. Here it is. My commitment. I will commit to giving this online dating thing a chance. By creating this blog I have forced myself to stay accountable.
I have no idea what will come out of this new little adventure I have started. But what I can promise is that there will be embarrassing moments, hilarious stories, awkward dates, and all around good times...possibly. I will be documenting them all for you.
Let's do this!
Here is the thing about me. I enjoy men I really (really) do, but I have never been super serious with any of them. I usually enjoy the casual hang outs/hook ups for a couple days/sporadically or for one night. I am not a dirty girl by any means, but I have been around in some sense of the word.
I have hung out with all sorts of men. Short, tall...ish (I say ish because I am rather short, so all my tall friends get a bit angry pants if I take one of their vertically blessed men), funny, not at all remotely amusing, cute, not so cute, intelligent, and really unintelligent. After thinking about the many years that I have just been hanging out with all these men, but not committed to any of them I have to ask myself, "why not?" Some of my amigas claim that I am afraid of commitment. Now that I am 28 and STILL single I might have to start agreeing with them.
So, this brings me up to the present. What can I do to help shake my fear of commitment? Then it hit me. Maybe I need to start putting myself out there, so that I can start meeting guys that aren’t…ridiculous (this was the nicest word I could think of). In my life it is pretty hard to meet anyone. I work with only women or gay men, I only hang out with my friends and their husbands, the thought of meeting men at gyms makes me want to vomit a bit, and then I go to bars. Let it be known that going to a bar will almost never give you a healthy relationship. Believe me. I have tried. Ok, I haven't really tried, but I gave a small effort (remember that fear of commitment thing). Anyway, the bottom line is that my life is not conducive to finding and meeting wonderful men.
Then I realized. It is 2010. The twenty first century is the century for internet dating. I needed to get on a website and stat. There were only a few problems with this new adventure.
1. I hate dating. Literally HATE it.
2. Blind dates are possibly the worst.
3. I despise using the phone. It is so bad that my Mom had to learn to text or else she would never be able to talk to me because I never answer phone calls.
4. Online dating...really? Do I really want to do this?
The answer...not really. But that might change. Bottom line is I need to put myself out there. I need to start stretching my limits, to get out of my comfort zone, so I can experience all that life has to offer. Here it is. My commitment. I will commit to giving this online dating thing a chance. By creating this blog I have forced myself to stay accountable.
I have no idea what will come out of this new little adventure I have started. But what I can promise is that there will be embarrassing moments, hilarious stories, awkward dates, and all around good times...possibly. I will be documenting them all for you.
Let's do this!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)