Word’s Getting Out!

So, people are actually reading this; that’s very exciting news, considering I thought this would just actually sit in cyberland, for my eyes only! I’ve gotten some great feedback, and I love that my viewership is increasing. I’m glad you seem to be enjoying the trials and tribulations I have endured over the last 10 years; more to come, both good and bad. And, I’d love to hear some feedback (just, please be nice)!

Swine Flu Hiatus

So, while I battle those little guys raging in my body, since I cannot go out to get new juicy stories, I figure that I’ll start relaying stories of dating horrors past…. It’s just like the ghosts of boyfriends past, only now I can laugh at them! Enjoy!!!

To Date or Not to Date

I give great date! It’s true, I do. I’m attentive, attractive, fun, funny; I ask the right questions, flirt an appropriate amount with my dry sarcasm and wit (when I find myself attracted to the other person, of course!), and yet, I’m still single. Eternally single. And, while I don’t usually mind (I’m someone that really likes my space, and gets very uncomfortable if crowded), lately it’s become evident that if something doesn’t change soon in my behavior or lifestyle, I am going to be the lady living with lots and lots of cats, cooking homemade pet food because there’s no one else to cook for! Yikes.

So, after years of threatening to turn my crazy, crazy dating experiences into a tell-all book, I’ve decided to turn to my very own blog. This makes far more sense, considering my attention span is shorter than the life of the fruit flies in my kitchen, and by the time I get them down on paper, I’ve bored even myself. 

Over the last ten years or more (sigh!) I have dated some amazing, and some not so amazing, men. And, while I have lived through all (some were touch and go at times), I think my sense of humor has gotten me through. Friends ask all the time for me to regale them with stories (both sordid and absurd) of my dating experiences. From the sublime (the man I fell madly in love with, who loved me back until it just stopped working), to the freakishly bizarre (the guy who screamed at me in the bar and smashed his drink into the table, yelling at the waiter on the way out of the door because I would not go home with him after ten minutes), I have experienced it all. I think. But, until the right guy comes along, I am sure there will be more to tell. Which is why we’re here…. If I have to endure this nonsense, might as well turn a positive spin on it all. Lemonade out of lemons. Silver lining. You get the picture.

For those of you reading (do I honestly think anyone will actually read this? I don’t know about that), I might just prove that I am actually the cute fun girl I claim to be by posting a pic or two one day. For starters, though, I will say the theory of this is far too mortifying, and if I’m baring my heart and soul, I think the pics will have to wait. So, please keep your comments to the positive variety! I may not always be so sweet, but I will be honest; that’s a lot better than a good sugar coat.

So, here I go. Wish me luck. Let’s see where this takes me…..