It seems that my creativity has taken a hike and I was not invited! I have been wrestling with a blog post for several days now and it seems that I am down for the count.
I have indeed been busy between work and Tour de Fleece that is not the issue.
It is just that when I sit down to write, a malaise comes over me and I cannot string a simple sentence together with any measure of coherent thought!
Therefore, what is a girl to do when Writer’s Block suddenly seems insurmountable?
In an attempt to restart my mojo, I am going to share with you the foibles of dating today…
This is not for the faint-of-heart, Gentle Reader.
So without further adieu, I bring you the next chapter in the Lack of Love Life of Kat:
The interwebz have given single people a completely new pond from which to fish, it seems. Dating sites abound from the “pay through the nose” types to free – and let me just tell you, free is not always good nor do you get what you pay for!
Enter date #1, a seemingly likely candidate – he was a writer type, but when he showed up for dinner, he dumped all his baggage on the table and rehashed his prior love life. Hours later, yes hours… I was looking for a sharp object to slit my wrists but the wait staff had cleared the table leaving me nothing to do the deed! I escaped finally, realizing that some people are single for a reason!
I bided my time, and spent more time asking questions of prospective candidates.
Enter candidate #2, he seemed witty, intelligent, and baggage free! He even scored a point or two in the bonus category – he worked in healthcare and on the same shift as me! After numerous email exchanges, I agreed to meet for lunch. I should have had warning bells clanging loudly when he offered to pick me up, but I must have been too tired to hear them that week! I agreed to meet him at a local lunch place. Who knew that lunch was actually an anachronism for “nooner”? Suffice it to say neither one of us got what we came for that day!
I headed back to the drawing board with the words of a song echoing in my head… pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again!
When candidate #3 just wanted to meet for a drink, I felt that this had potential. I headed out and met him for a drink. So far, so good – no baggage, having drinks was just that having drinks and the conversation was good. He knew what NPR was, even if he did not listen – he confessed he had Googled it, and got points for honesty. Drinks ended, and we talked about meeting again. We agreed to meet the next evening and go for a walk. However, work called with some much-needed overtime, but when I called him to ask for a rain check he was more than disappointed. He actually was more than angry. Then I got an email in which he likened me to a “heaven sent gift” and “God spoke to him” and what was I thinking ignoring those things. In addition, he called my phone multiple times that night and left a flurry of erratic messages.
Seriously, I am positively convinced I have Loser Radar.
Enter Loser #4 and after all, I had experienced, how bad could it be? We spent several weeks talking on the phone. He was funny. Too bad, he was also a bigot.
And, finally the last of the Idiots that swim in the Online Dating Cesspool – Major Loser #5: Another seemingly nice candidate, he does not like NASCAR, has all his teeth, and is looking for a replacement for his current 5 plus year relationship – who he is still involved with.
Can someone stop this ride; I just want to get off.
Can you go back to the drawing board when you don’t have any more chalk?
Or maybe I just need to find a guy who wears spats….
Its like playing Slots. You’re going to have a bunch of losers before the winner comes along. Hang in there. *hugs*
I agree with Rob …
Your prince is yet to come!
Hang in there, I agree with all of the above, your prince will come!
Oh the dating… I quit that practice long time ago. I’m a giver upper. But you hang in there! One of these days, I’ll read about your Mr. Right in all his glory!
Why even bother?
Dang girl – if you can’t find someone amazing, who can?? Maybe you’re living in the wrong place? Come to what my husband refers to as “the land of fruit and nuts”. We’ve got to have someone over here who meets all your criteria.