Tuesday, June 26, 2007

"It's not you, it's me."

I have come to the decision that that line (or any variation of it) really only exists to make the person saying it feel better. The person hearing it, on the other hand, spends the next 24-48 hours hearing "It's me. It's me. It's me. It's me." over and over in his/her head and wondering what the hell happened. "What the hell quirk of mine was it that tipped the scale? Did I say something? Did someone else say something?"

Yes, it's true, gentle readers. I had taken a break from online dating to "see about a guy" (thus the lack of recent posts about awful dates), but it looks like I will be throwing myself back into the mix again after my next 2 weeks of too much work and travel are finished.

I was kind of hoping to be done with this dating nonsense for a while, but I guess there's still some more fun to be had out there in Singleville.

Rediculous dating tales will resume as soon as I can find time to go on dates again.

4 comments:

CDG said...

I'm totally setting you up with hot Mike the painter.

phoebe said...

Bring it on!

legallyblonde29 said...

Boo for boys who fail to appreciate all of fibby's goodness. They can keep looking but they're not going to find anyone better!

jme said...

too little... too late... too bad... for him!

don't worry, i'll come out there soon and ease your mind -- with my own insanities. ha ha!

see you soon!!