Okee Dokee people. Today’s the day. The day that I should really change the title of my blog to ’44 & Single’, but haven’t really decided yet. Today is the day, though, that all of my dating profiles will click over to 44 years old thus placing me one year further away from finding a great guy. A great guy for me, that is. I’ve had some big challenges this year. Mainly with myself and my self confidence. It annoys the hell out of me as I never used to be this way. I have always been confident in who I am and how I look. I have always been confident that ‘when the time is right’, I will meet the guy for me. I have never been on the annoying ‘mission’ that I seem to be on for the past 2 years. We all know that my biggest fear in life is to grow old and die alone. The entertaining dog lady that never found a partner in life (no, that doesn’t mean I’m considering lesbianism). I am one year closer to becoming that person and 1 year farther away from really knowing what I want.
Kinda really sucky. Anyway, there are a couple of you (maybe 2) that have been with my blog from the beginning. Through all 987 posts about my life, my
lack of love life, my introspective bullshit (yeah, sorry about that post from yesterday) and any other inane bullshit that comes to mind that I slap down on this blog. As you all know, I never imagined anyone would actually follow this stuff. Crazy to think that people are interested in what I have to say. When I started this blog, it was full of funny stories of past dates and internet dating as a whole. Lately I have found myself going through a bit of turmoil and not dealing well with it. I promise you all (and mainly myself) that I will get back to being the snarky funny person that I should be. That I used to be.
Anyway, I know I’ve often tried to imagine what other bloggers I follow look like. I can only assume that at least some of you must wonder what sort of hideous creature I must be to have been on almost 80 dates in the past 2 years and still not been able to date a guy more than a month (omg that sounded soooo sad). I must look old. I must dress old. I must have some sort of disconcerting growth that scares people away and makes them avert their eyes. I have done my best to keep this blog fairly private. It makes it easier for me to write whatever I want thinking that I’m totally anonymous. As it is my birthday today, I have decided to introduce myself to everyone. Just for today. So you can see what a 44 year old internet dater really looks like. So here I am, in all my glory. Please feel free to tell me how young and pretty I am. 😉 I love liars!
edited to add, on August 16th : (as my birthday is now over, I shall slip back into total (ha) anonymity. besides, the guys below are much cuter than I am anyway) 😉