Hello people of the interwebs. This is my first blog post ever so please bear with me. It’s very nerve-wracking much like the big bad world of dating aka Awkwardtown, USA.
I’ve never been a good dater. My dream is meet someone organically – not forced like a dating website, blind date or whatever else the evil universe has dreamed up to make finding a mate the most awkward/awful/anxiety inducing thing ever.
I’m dipping my toes back into the proverbial dating pool. I’ve never been one to have a lot of boyfriends. My thought process is why be with someone for the sake of being with someone if they are not that awesome. Even though my friends and family would beg to differ on my past boyfriends and their lack of awesomeness.
My other single friends and I are going out on Thursday night for our “Thursday Night Boy Hunting Club”. Which usually just ends with us drunk and singing karaoke but at least we are out and about. I’ve been invited to a Singles BBQ this weekend. My married friend and her husband have invited all the singletons they know to host an incredible awkward BBQ. In married friend’s dream world, all her friends would be married to her husband’s friends and we all live on a cozy cul-de-sac together. That is Kitty’s nightmare world. I’m not really banking on this being all that lucrative as I received a text from her asking “how do you feel about dating a guy with kids?” I know I’m over 30 and single but I still am holding out hope for a great guy. Not that said “guy with kids” isn’t great but I’m not all that keen on being an InstaMom. But I will keep an open mind going into this and will remember that this is the very reason that God made Booze….Awkwardtown, USA.
