I have two dates next week. A minor miracle. I honestly can’t remember the last time I went on a date. Unless you count my semi-recent bout with match.com. But then I was probably averaging about four dates per week on the match.com mealplan, went through maybe 30 guys in a span of two months. What did I get out of that, you may ask? Nothing. Okay, fine – of all of those guys, I liked one – a Colombian native who I later discovered was dating someone I know concurrently. He broke things off with the excuse that he was moving back to Colombia in August; he didn’t think it was wise to start something only to end it soon thereafter. Poetic, wasn’t he? Funny, I just saw him the other day at the Clarendon metro. It’s October.
Well, I guess I did gain something from the match.com experience. I actually made a pretty decent friend out of it, who is planning to guest blog by the way. He asks that he be called “Felipe” for purposes of this blog (first name that popped into his head). Felipe is hilarious, so keep your eyes peeled for the cameo.
Bottom line: dating is a bitch, but if nothing else is constant comedy, thus I made ‘dating’ its whole separate category for your future enjoyment. And in the words of Bono, “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” (bear with me, still on a U2 high). But gotta keep on treckin on folks.