Do you know what time it is folks?
Yes its time to take the plunge into the first post-breakup date.
(And I swear I wont need a xanex for this)
So after my Chicagoland Epiphany a couple weeks ago, I decided that since that relationship was dead dead dead, maybe it was time to try dating again. But where does any self respecting lady find a dateable man?
Yeah I had no idea either.
I turned to the internet. I mean, I know there are about a million creepers out there but at least this way to can stay fairly anonymous while I figure out if they are a sex offender or have any weird fetishes or something.
I immediately got about 100 e-mails. At first glance this is good for the ego. When I started sorting through the e-mails I was overwhelmed with a sense of dread.
62 years old....
Doesn't speak English....
Really? Really?! This is the crap I have to look forward to in the big wide world of dating? Ugh, No thank you.
After an hour of the "read and delete" I stumbled across one e-mail. Short and sweet. He seems cute. Not overly boastful. Not any of those other things listed above. Lets give this a try. Whats the next step before I return the e-mail?
Facebook and Google stalk of course.
It was an uneventful stalk which is good so an e-mail was sent, and then many e-mails were exchanged, and eventually a billion text messages during which I may or may not have giggled like a little girl(Shhh... please don't tell anyone).
Thus he has become The Cyclist.
Have I mentioned that I don't ride bikes? Like at all.
No matter. He looks suspiciously like a hipster and might think I'm the coolest thing since sliced bread and I happen to find him ridiculously awesome... with cute as a really great perk.
So I will be trekking to HIS city to do some exploring and rock this date type business with him. Wish me luck.
God willing, this isnt a headfirst dive into an empty pool.
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