As the year comes to a close, I find myself thinking back over it all.
How clichéd. But true.
I look at the last year and I see my triumphs and my failures and I wonder what I can do differently. I see new friendships and potential relationships. I see chances taken, and moments of heartache. I see some still have potential, but a lack of interest on their side.
I am at peace lately. I think a great weight has been lifted from my soul recently. I finally feel like I am where I need to be. I am who I need to be. I am stronger and more ready for everything in my life than I have ever been before. I am really and truly ready for the new year and all the promise it holds.
Which is why I set a goal for myself that, frankly, scares the hell out of me. I want to have a third date. I want a first date to go so well, he asks for a second. And then the second is lovely, so we agree to a third. This would be a miracle for many reasons. I haven't been asked on a date in over a decade, and I've never had a second.
I have absolutely no idea how to make this happen. In the end, it doesn't have much to do with me. It has to do with "him"--with the men out there. They're going to have to step up. I haven't had any luck with the online dating site(s), ever, so I'm certainly not planning on using them, or anything like it. I have a friend who continuously pushes me towards local giant singles events, but that seems like a waste of time--I would merely become the wallflower, completely unnoticed yet again, always overlooked. I don't know. I'm more social now than I've been in years, if not ever, and I'm out there. Some would say I need to be even more out there and really push myself into circles.
But that's not me. I don't want to meet someone under what I feel would be false pretenses. I don't want to be somewhere I would normally never be, acting like someone I am not. And I don't want to date just anyone. He's gotta be someone I actually want to date. That should go without saying, but some women do date guys just to date guys. But that's not me. Eventually, I want love and forever. That simple.
So, hello 2014, welcome, welcome. Let's see how friendly we can be.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
This time of year...
I work in retail. This is my 17th Christmas in it, and it's rough at times. Add onto the stresses of work, I often get inundated with how this time of year is for romance, love, and being with that special someone. It doesn't make things any easier.
On top of that, at my favorite Star Trek convention, I had one of the flirtiest encounters with Hates-Cats. I mean all day Saturday. I guess it technically started at 3 am when he messaged me "I hardly saw you at all today!!"--which could have been saying he missed me. But just in case it was his sarcasm at play, I replied, "Aren't you the lucky one!" Ha, good cover there. Yeah, I'm clever.
At any rate, all day Saturday was full of the usual harassment between us, with flirty undertones. Even a friend was like, "get on that, girl!" As if it's ever that easy. I really think that he and I could be a freaking adorable Trekkie couple. But the whole cats thing could really put a damper on that. I cannot imagine life without a cat.
After being at the convention all day, we all happened to be leaving at the same time and the banter continued. Then when he got home, we were messaging for a while. I told him I was meeting some people for breakfast, if he wanted to join us. He made it sound as if he wasn't likely to join because he might sleep in a bit. Then, in the morning, we were all seated and I messaged him in case he was awake and wanted to join us. "We'll see," he replied. A minute later, he walked in and sat beside me.
The harassment continued through Sunday, even into the evening when we were both home. And into Monday afternoon when I was *ahem* at work. Don't get me wrong; I do not have any real hopes for anything other than the flirting with Hates-Cats. It's fun and exciting and "practice" I suppose. At the same time, if he did suddenly seem genuinely interested and wanted to date, I'm gonna "get on that". Rawr, or something.
On a completely different note, someone on Trekkies Dating messaged me on November 26 and then promptly deleted their account. What the what?
On top of that, at my favorite Star Trek convention, I had one of the flirtiest encounters with Hates-Cats. I mean all day Saturday. I guess it technically started at 3 am when he messaged me "I hardly saw you at all today!!"--which could have been saying he missed me. But just in case it was his sarcasm at play, I replied, "Aren't you the lucky one!" Ha, good cover there. Yeah, I'm clever.
At any rate, all day Saturday was full of the usual harassment between us, with flirty undertones. Even a friend was like, "get on that, girl!" As if it's ever that easy. I really think that he and I could be a freaking adorable Trekkie couple. But the whole cats thing could really put a damper on that. I cannot imagine life without a cat.
After being at the convention all day, we all happened to be leaving at the same time and the banter continued. Then when he got home, we were messaging for a while. I told him I was meeting some people for breakfast, if he wanted to join us. He made it sound as if he wasn't likely to join because he might sleep in a bit. Then, in the morning, we were all seated and I messaged him in case he was awake and wanted to join us. "We'll see," he replied. A minute later, he walked in and sat beside me.
The harassment continued through Sunday, even into the evening when we were both home. And into Monday afternoon when I was *ahem* at work. Don't get me wrong; I do not have any real hopes for anything other than the flirting with Hates-Cats. It's fun and exciting and "practice" I suppose. At the same time, if he did suddenly seem genuinely interested and wanted to date, I'm gonna "get on that". Rawr, or something.
On a completely different note, someone on Trekkies Dating messaged me on November 26 and then promptly deleted their account. What the what?
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