Many of you are familiar with my dating exploits. They’ve been numerous and often humorous. Some were mildly successful and some were disastrous. One thing they all have in common is there were too many, and at the end of the day, I met no one who I want to call a partner…yet.
So after a few years of aggressive dating — several dates a week — I decided to take an indefinite hiatus…and start dating myself.
A lot of people go through periods of self-discovery. I know myself. This isn’t that. I just determined that my efforts were better spent on doing things for me, instead of trying to meet someone else. After too many false starts to even count, I realized the following:
- I will never disappoint myself (ie, I’ll never not call myself back or flake on plans)
- I will do whatever myself wants (I won’t trek to some godforsaken venue to meet a perfect stranger)
- I can pursue my passions, no questions asked
- I can improve my body on my own time — hello CrossFit (As I watch a date get winded walking from the car!)
- I can spend time with the most important ‘man‘ in my life (’nuff said)
- I can spend time with friends (They are friends for a reason)
- I can travel (Because seeing the world is the shortest route to intelligence and enlightenment.)
- While I give little credence to the “it happens when you aren’t looking” nonsense that coupled people always spew at you, by not focusing on dating, I suppose there is a chance in me meeting someone in real life (which is the point)
- I can make myself happy and open to the possibilities (isn’t that what dating and life are all about?)