Well that, my (3) friends, would be the day that I started this immense piece of drivel and tricked you all into reading by giving the illusion that I am witty and entertaining. Ha! Gotcha! Yup, that’s right, 365 days, 1,031 rambling posts, 6,057 thoughtful (and some not so thoughtful) comments, 9,546 douchebags, many laughs (at my expense ~ I wouldn’t have it any other way), way too many tears, several neurotic breakdowns and a whole hell of a lot of support and encouragement from people I’ve never met in my life later, I find myself kind of astounded by the whole thing.
Everyone knows I started this as an online journal. For myself. I didn’t even know what the heck a blog was when my friend suggested I start one. Yeah, whatever, I’m a tad bit out of the loop on what’s new and exciting. I actually had to google ‘what is a blog’ and landed here. A few short minutes later, Grey Goose Dirty and her life and times of internet
douchebag hunting dating was born. I never in a million years would guess that people would not only read what I write, but actually keep coming back! That’s just crazy! I’m flattered and amazed. I’m not a writer. I’m not looking to be famous. I’m just trying to find love in the most ridiculously challenging way possible. And it ain’t workin’. Dammit. 😉 I figured this would be a good way to work through my challenges and document my dating history. I don’t lie on here and pretty much share the good, the bad, the ugly and the boring as hell that is my life. I’ve never kept a diary or written much of anything really. I know it will be fun someday to be able to look back at all of this and reread the steps of my quest and (hopefully) laugh. Hopefully I will be all coupled up with a wonderful man that makes me very happy and proves that all of this was worth it. Most likely, however, it will be me, my namesake and 27 dogs. The four legged ones, not the human ones. Really? After all you know about me it surprises you that I could write something so shallow?
My 1st post, on October 21, 2010 was a little intro into what this will be about. I don’t know who the hell I thought was going to see it, but I figured that the poor unfortunate soul or two that accidentally landed here while researching martini recipes deserved fair warning as to what this is about. Re-reading that post, I was discouraged then, but still had a pretty optimistic attitude. Re-reading my most recent posts, I kinda just want to throw myself off the tallest building I can find. But I won’t, because as much as I bitch and moan and complain and convince myself that I’ll be alone forever, I don’t truly believe that. Now don’t get me wrong, it will always be one of my biggest fears and I am getting pretty damn tired of waiting to find him, but I know he’s out there. Most likely on another continent or presently incarcerated, but he’s out there. It’s just up to me to find him.
Really though, after a year of all of this, I just want to thank everyone for caring. As silly as it sounds, it truly does mean a lot to me.