It was 2008. I had just gone through the 5th and final round of breaking up with my boyfriend of 2 years, I turned to the best break up medicine-internet dating. Nothing could make me feel better about myself than finding any number of remarkably average men via the plethora of free internet dating sites, letting them buy me dinner, and pretending to be attracted to them, right?
So I wrote, and re-wrote my profiles. I attempted to be witty, tried not to use pictures of myself that were woefully outdated, and tried to convey to the dating world that I was ready to paint the town, or any number of euphemisms that wasn't quite accurate.
I was essentially looking for any opportunity to compare a date to my most recent ex, either to pick apart the date and rationalize my complete and total bitchiness towards the male half of our species, or to make some grasping at straws comparison between the date and my ex to ensure I would never get a second date.
Despite my completely obnoxious, impractical, and immature behavior, some guys wanted to go out with me more than once. I couldn't fathom why. Good, bad, or tragic, it seemed that after I started going on these dates, I came home with stories to share. Most of my friends laughed such deep bellied guffaws that it seemed appropriate to tell it to the world.
As such, my blog is born. I'm going to write about all sorts of things that may or may not be appropriate for a work filter, hence the reminder to accept the adult content filter. Don't be shocked by anything you read here, please. Just enjoy it if it speaks to you and write me off if it doesn't.
