In the meantime...

I'm currently recovering from post Comic Con delirium so it may take a bit for my next finely crafted post to arrive. I did want to share this delightfully nerdy tidbit with you. I am actually creating a spreadsheet to track the people I've messaged. Yep. I have a feeling this is going to morph into something much more...

And so we begin the beguine...

As is naturally befitting for such an undertaking, this blog was created in the wee hours…the end of the latest affair relatively fresh.

I’ve had this idea for quite some time but made plenty of excuses to not get started. I’m not giving myself a time limit or anything but how long should I go about this project? Initially, the plan was to go on dates with the next twenty people I met online but then selfish concern for my poor ego and self-esteem got the best of me. What if I can’t make it to twenty dates? Am I going to fuck myself up emotionally if I am unable to go on twenty dates? What if after twenty dates, I am not at least on the way to falling in love? How the hell did I come up with the number twenty?!? So yeah, let’s just leave the actual number open shall we? This project feels risky but the bottom line is that if I don’t try this I may very well be doomed (queue the music from the saddest film you have ever seen). I get comfortable being alone...which isn't entirely a bad thing I suppose. But I do have those moments where I think "Man this would be so much better if I was doing this with someone I love." I know that if I do not force myself to actively engage in dating and hold myself accountable (that's where you come in oh mighty followers), I will let another month or even year pass sans even a mediocre one-night stand. At this point, I’ll even settle for a little gratuitous groping.

Unless I feel like my safety is at issue, I've decided to go on dates with pretty much everyone who asks me out over the next few months. This may or may not include folks who send me messages using text speak. Your thoughts? I will also be forcing myself to *gasp* be the pursuer versus the pursuee...wait...I just made up a word, didn't I? So much for discriminating against text speak messagers :)

WHY on earth would someone do this? 1. Oprah/Dr. Phil mainstream dating advice almost never resonates with me. BIG YAWN. And 2. I get tired of hearing the following (or countless variations thereof): women are too picky, women aren't picky enough, women are never interested in "nice" guys, women set unrealistic expectations, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah. Personally I don't think I fit into any of these categories so here I am...with an extremely open mind and somewhat open heart.

I am not looking for the white picket fence, house in the burbs and 2.5 kids or even necessarily marriage. Simply put, I am looking for a loving, committed relationship. I am not interested in being treated like a princess or put up on anyone's pedestal (I'm kind of scared of heights). That being said, you will be hard pressed to find a giddier girl when it comes to falling love…or coming close. I COMPLETELY LOSE MY SHIT. I make “OMG, I’m so happy” play lists with titles like “Yumminess!” Yep. I can’t even stand myself sometimes.

This here ain't no pity party by the way. I'm a cute and fairly confident girl with plenty to offer. I have a job I love in a city I love. I have an eclectic social circle and engage in plenty of merry making. In every other aspect of my life I feel pretty damn fulfilled. I am perhaps independent to a fault and often wonder if am a little too nonchalant about this whole finding love business. However, my most recent romantic entanglement convinced me that I am indeed ready and desire it. Now the question remains am I willing to work for it?