Last night I was on a real high from a performance that I did. I did a reading of a story I wrote (yes, it was dating themed, hello?!). And then I came home, did some work and realized......I have no dating prospects. The high was gone. I seriously feel the well is dry. I still get contacted by guys but they're all lame. Seriously lame like guys either only looking for a good time, or ones that write "Hi" and even if I did respond with a "Hi, yourself" I'd never hear from them again. (And is "hi" all you men have in your arsenal????? Obviously, the answer is "yes")
Have I dated my way through Chicago????? Do I need to relocate to find fresh faces? MAYBE. I'm considering it.
The last guy I met (it was only a couple weeks ago but it seems like a lifetime) is fodder for a written/performed story and not necessarily for The DOG. It deserves a bigger audience.
So, instead of concentrating on my lack of a love life I will focus on ME (which is cliche, but true) and how I can get my stories out to the masses. After last night I feel that people can relate to my dating woes. I'd like to be the older Carrie Bradshaw for the world. I have the big flowers to wear on my lapel and the stories.
I do know a lot about dating as I've been doing it for a LONG time. But I know nothing about men. Go figure.
In any case, I have the best friends and family (sis and cousin) ever and in that respect I am a lucky, lucky girl.
Date Me!
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