as i inch closer to a certain age (or as my friend terms it, "age unknow'th"), i realize that i have started to become less afraid. not of a certain number (of which i am still deathly afraid), but of a certain social activity.
dating in this city is still bewildering and frustrating, as people who don't live here don't understand (yes, it's full of millions of people, but it's full of people who don't talk to each other). the idea of dating, and even the realm of online dating, no longer fills me with apprehension though (read into it what you will). these days i actually find myself discussing my dates with my brother, of all people.
my new running buddy told me last week when i was bemoaning the lack of eligible candidates, 'it's quantity, not quality'. i don't think i should have to slough through millions to meet that one in a million (if such a person exists)....i was firmly against that type of thinking in college and still am, but i can see her point. it's the idea of increasing the odds in your favor by at least not dismissing a person before you've had a chance to meet them.
my view of dating as a necessary evil has moved from focusing on the second part of it to the first part. i don't yet have that 'no shame' attitude that would involve writing my number down on a beer-soaked coaster (my cousin will forever have my admiration for that)...but i've progressed to the point where i can say, 'what do i have to lose?' because really, going out and doing something (even if it's guaranteed to be something totally lame) is better than sitting around at home and doing nothing...at least sometimes it is.
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I'm just getting back "out there (where the women are)" after a big break-up in June. "Out there (where the women are)" is a very weird place. I don't know what in the hell I'm doing. I hope it's at least entertaining to watch.
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