I guess this is going to just keep coming up.
I don't want to go to the trouble of looking back to count, but I have a sinking feeling that this is about the third post in a little over a week about how I ain't got no boo. And I'd feel a lot worse about it if this were one of those entries where I was making everything up. But I don't see how the blog-reading world can hold it against me that every single person I run into seems intent on reminding me that I don't have someone on which to get my freak.
Case in point: I ran into an old acquaintance over the weekend--someone I hadn't seen or heard tell of in well over three years--and she immediately asked me if I was seeing anyone.
This happens to me all the time, and it almost always puts me in a snit.
What about all that other fantastic stuff I've got going on? What about the great new job, or my fabulous new-old hair color? Really--a lot has happened in my life in three years' time. Enough of this, and I might get the impression that something is missing from my life--that I'm just going through the motions of living out what is actually an empty and unfulfilled existence.
Before I had time to get all self-righteous on her, though, she told me that she herself was recently single. As we spoke it became apparent to me that she seemed to think I--with my many years' experience doing the belly-crawl through the dating trenches--might have some sort of insight as to where all the men were.
And I do. They are at home, watching TV with their wives.
I don't want to go to the trouble of looking back to count, but I have a sinking feeling that this is about the third post in a little over a week about how I ain't got no boo. And I'd feel a lot worse about it if this were one of those entries where I was making everything up. But I don't see how the blog-reading world can hold it against me that every single person I run into seems intent on reminding me that I don't have someone on which to get my freak.
Case in point: I ran into an old acquaintance over the weekend--someone I hadn't seen or heard tell of in well over three years--and she immediately asked me if I was seeing anyone.
This happens to me all the time, and it almost always puts me in a snit.
What about all that other fantastic stuff I've got going on? What about the great new job, or my fabulous new-old hair color? Really--a lot has happened in my life in three years' time. Enough of this, and I might get the impression that something is missing from my life--that I'm just going through the motions of living out what is actually an empty and unfulfilled existence.
Before I had time to get all self-righteous on her, though, she told me that she herself was recently single. As we spoke it became apparent to me that she seemed to think I--with my many years' experience doing the belly-crawl through the dating trenches--might have some sort of insight as to where all the men were.
And I do. They are at home, watching TV with their wives.
2 comments:
Stop doing this! I just get over one rant-in-the-making and then you say just exactly what I'm thinking! I had a similar experience via Facebook yesterday. I sent a "Hey, what's up?" message to a guy friend from high school. He answered "blah, blah, been dating a girl for 15 weeks. Are you dating anyone?"
#1. 15 weeks? What?
#2. Just shut up. Really. Dude.
I hate Facebook. I hate couples. I hate being reminded of my dating wasteland.
But I should be used to it by now.
Thank goodness this is on your blog, not mine. Yet.
It seems the world only recognizes us when we're couples. I keep wanting to tell everybody "hell no and I don't know of anyone worth seeing."
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