:)

stretchdouche

That's right, stretchdouche. Can somebody please tell me what this is? Because it's the #1 search term that leads people to this blog (this post is what picks up that term).

Also leading people here:
"non-date date"
"Stretch douche is down" (WTF)?
"irony singleton"


Oh, and then a very specific search for "stories of a singleton blogspot" from Bethesda, MD. I know who you are, stop reading my blog.

Thanks.

Thoughts about instincts....

...Or instincts about thoughts? Hmmm.

Anyway.

My newest almost-relationship has gotten me thinking about my previous relationships. I'm a big believer of "everything happens for a reason." So, it seems to me that every relationship in my past, however suckily (new word!) it ended up, happened for a reason. At the very least, with each relationship you learn something about yourself.

Last Spring I dated someone for a little over three months. Everything was awesome. It progressed very quickly in the beginning, to the point where I was freaking out a little. He assured me everything would be fine and just to relax. And that ended up well ::shaking head:: I thought the lesson here was to show me how I should be treated. I mean it was awesome for a while...in comparison to my three-year relationship, during which I found myself constantly putting up with things or rationalizing behaviour. Lesson learned.

My last "relationship" lasted about six weeks. He was perfect, on paper...but in real life? He annoyed the bajeezus out of me. His sense of humor was just....off. If you can call it a sense of humor at all. I really wanted to give him a fair shot though, because at the end of the day, he was a good guy (although, as it turned out, notsomuch). And he reaaaaaally liked me. But I knew I didn't feel the same way. I thought I was just being cautious given how my Spring relationship ended...not to mention being somewhat hung up on someone I had dated on-and-off. I just couldn't let go and really enjoy myself, or him.

Fast forward to now. I'm dating someone I really like. No hesitation, no knee-jerk reaction to hold back, none of that. As it turns out, I wasn't being cautious with non-funny guy, I just didn't like him. End of story. Looking back now, I wasn't simply scared at the beginning of my previous relationship, I just knew it wasn't right. As great as it was, I knew deep inside that it wasn't right, that he wasn't the elusive "one."

I know, I know, hindsight is 20/20. I get that. And I get that sometimes it's impossible to have clarity in a situation until you are out of that situation. But I think I have learned to trust my instincts a little more. If something doesn't feel right, don't try to rationalize why that may be...chances are something's not right. End of story.

Sorry/Happy to report...

Just when I decided to start writing on this blog again, I meet someone. Bam. Although this is a dating blog, it's about the painstaking process of finding someone, not the stories of actually dating that one person. So, for, privacy's sake, I'm saying goodbye. Again.

Wow, that was short-lived.

Like all of the Seinfeld spin-offs.

Or Joey.

Yikes.

Is anybody there?

::taptap::

Is anybody there?

Much to my surprise (and pure joy), many people have asked me to resuscitate this blog. So, just as a check, I wanted to see how many people still have me in their readers. If anybody comments on this I might consider it....or at the very least, a recap of the last 8 months...'cuz it's been a wild ride.

Summary: Two actual relationships, some fillers, casual dating, a few complete d-bags, and a partridge in a pear tree. And a whole lot of fun.

So, comment away, and this blog will come to life.

**Ding ding ding**

**ding ding ding**

Hear that?

That's the sound of me clinging my knife against my wine glass.

That's right, I have an announcement:

I'm no longer single.

Yes, you read that correctly. After nearly a year of being single and hitting the dating circuit, I am officially off the market. Let's all say it together: "Finally."

I ended up meeting someone on match and we just clicked. The kind of click that, once it happens, you say "oh, this is what it is supposed to be like."

The bad news? No more singleton blog. I want to thank all of you for reading this blog, commenting, and offering advice.

If anything changes, I'll revive this blog, but I'm optimistic that it won't happen.

The End
(or just the beginning)

Where's the line?

An interesting debate came up yesterday, while I was visiting my friend, her husband, and her parents. Her parents had some guests over, so there was a good sample of various aged people. We "kids" were having a private conversation, the type that wouldn't be thought of as appropriate to have with the older folks; especially when the older folks are your friend's parents. They insisted that we join them in the conversation so we announced the topic:

If a girl is, say, 30 years old, how many sexual partners are too many?

In other words, what number would make you think "eww, that's gross?" Nicole immediately said 10. Nicole's mom said that she had never been one to "sport f***." (Yes, in those words.) Nicole's husband couldn't list a number, because, as a lawyer in training, had about 2038 qualifications that went into an answer. Older Lady said that it doesn't matter as long as you are having fun and that you should enjoy life, whether your number is 3 or 30. BUT, she did say that it is gross to just go out to a bar and hook up with a random guy. Hmmm. Nicole then came back and said a number as high as 30 sounds gross, unless you think that it's only 3 per year for each year of your 20s.

So, dear blog readers, what's your number? No, not THAT number...what is the number, where if some 30 year-old gave you as her number, would you think her to be a bit skanky?

There's more where that came from...

I didn't end up meeting up with hot Navy guy from last weekend...but that's okay. Why? Because on Friday night, my friends and I managed to meet up with an even hotter group of guys. These boys weren't just in the Navy, they were Navy SEALs. I would try to describe how hot they were, but I know my words wouldn't do them justice. I don't know what kind of physical training these guys do, but whatever it is, it's working for them. OMG.

Oh, and did I mention they were all in their early 20s? That's right, cougar on the prowl. Heehee.

All I can say is I have a new found appreciation for my city and the Navy base that is an hour away. Keep 'em coming boys, keep 'em coming. How did I not realize this geographical benefit before?

As far as further details of the night? I'm pleading the 5th.

Irony

Sunday was Blogger J's bday, so a large extravaganza was planned for Saturday night. Feeling the need to warm up the weekend, a smaller group of us went out on Friday night. I'm scanning the crowd at the bar for prospects when my gaze lands upon a hot, tall piece of man. J and I devise a plan and spring it into action. And it worked. Turns out he was with a big group of guys because they were (get ready for the irony) at a local military base for school, and they actually lived in San Diego. San Diego, as in the place I lived before I moved where I live now. As in the place I lived with my military boyfriend. Sidenote: I would like to take this opportunity to give props to the Navy for allowing their men to have semi-normal haircuts.

Anyway, we hung out with the group all night (literally, until 5am), and then met up again with them the following night. Until 6am. There is a chance we might meet up with them next weekend, or I should say that I might hang out with him next weekend...let's hope for that...because all I have to say is mmmmm.

Well, mmmmm, and I'm thinking I'm due for a visit to San Diego.

Tidbits

Happy Monday, oh faithful reader(s)! Welcome to my random post o' updates...

*Badge and I aren't dating any longer. I had felt a weird vibe from him last week and called him out on it. He said he didn't feel a spark between us. Either he's really good at faking chemistry or there's another reason. My money is on the whole "not sleeping with him" thing. But in the end it really doesn't matter I suppose. So thanks, Badge, for entertaining me for a good month or so, you will be missed!

*Girl Games 2009 took place this weekend. What is this, you may ask? It's a friendly competition amongst friends. Basically different activities are worth different point values, and whoever (or is it whomever?) ends up with the most points wins. For example, a guy introducing you to his friends is one point, while a guy buying you a drink is three points. Proposal of marriage? 100 points. I ended up getting a bonus challenge of starting a (sort of) bar fight, which earned me 25 points, and clenched my win. Everyone had a lot of fun, but I'm pretty sure I am getting to old to stay out until 5am.

*New boy forecast- I'm talking to a few new boys on match. One is my age and two are in their late 30's. I'm not sure how I feel about dating someone that old, but we'll see.

*Blogging break- You read correctly, I am toying with the idea of a blogging break. I have to get surgery on my lung on Wednesday, which requires an overnight stay in the hospital and some sort of recovery period. During this time I probably won't be dating...but aside from that, I just want to date some boys without feeling the need to share all the details! I know, this blog is voluntary, so I suppose this is a self-imposed hiatus from self-imposed quasi-pressure.