I used to think to myself, I’m never going to find the one, and it would ruin my day. Now I think to myself, I’m never going to find the one, but at least there’s chocolate, and cheese danish, and fried things. I’m a work in progress.
You’re also a tool. :)
I logged onto Jdate after a week off and it’s just as I left it, bleak. Most of my options are members of the lollipop guild and or/guys who are so willowy that they’d blow over if I burped in their vicinity. There are also a few Jersey Shore wannabes (in DC?). I can’t forget the much older men who seem to be intrigued by me. My mom did say I was an old soul, but that doesn’t mean I want old junk. What I do want is to binge on something. Hmm…chocolate or cocktails?
I’ve seen this Israeli guy three times. His profile says private security, then he told me he sold burglar alarms, then I Googled him and found out he’s a locksmith. Granted, they all fall under the umbrella of private security, but there is something decidedly unsexy about a a locksmith. Of course, if I get locked out of my apartment I’ll probably eat my words.
I’m thinking of bailing on my date tonight. I’d rather go home and finish unpacking my heaps of stuff. My room is such a disaster, it’s making me crazy. Perhaps, the “my sister has no one else to babysit excuse?”
I have a third date tonight with this Israeli guy. It’s really cold out. Comfort trumps appearance.
An attractive, normal seeming, tall, Jewish guy responded to me on Match. Note to self: respond naturally, not as if you can’t believe he wrote you back or that your more excited than when the holiday shaped peanut butter cups come out.
Kit Kat for being so delicious!
I have found something I want to do less than online dating. Unpacking. I’m not buying anything for a while. Well, anything that takes up a lot of space. It’s just you and me jewelry.