Dating : A Love Hate Relationship
What started as a typical Sunday evening chat with The Roommate about how dating sucks, how many weirdos vs. normal dudes exist on planet Earth and just about an entire bottle of white to my face later, here I am: about to embark on dating adventure (or fiasco) like none other. What you need to know is how much I hate, despise, loathe dating. I’m sorry if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. Yes, copy written from one of the greatest movies of all time, Wedding Crashers... but could Vince Vaughn’s character be any more accurate?
I miss the high school days where a simple look, a note ripped out of a text book, a sticky on a locker, a dude kicking a soccer ball at your head... led to a relationship. Ah, the good ol' days.
I truly have everything going for me in life; a family people only dream to have, (seriously, my parents are like the modern day Brady Bunch) some of the coolest and most loyal friends, a great job that I actually don't want to die waking up to, a car with wheels, HD TV... really, the only thing missing in my life is my better half. So I figure, if I force myself on dates, 52 of them to be exact, maybe just maybe... I'll find a good catch. From cyber dates to random encounters at the friendly neighbourhood bar, I will pursue one date a week for one whole year. One. Whole. Year. Seriously, just typing this is giving me the heebee jeebees slash fucking anxiety. In the unlikely event that something called love comes out of all this, then it is game over. If not, I hope to at least find a new found faith in the male species. Or, I'll become a lesbian.
I will blog about each and every date, the highs and lows, and everything in between. Feel free to leave comments, tweets, hate mail, whatever you please. Oh, and there are legit rules to follow as well. Obviously, this blog is not suited for younger audiences; I have a trucker mouth that tends to slip, um, all the time. Especially if the date is just fucking peachy. Stay positive, stay positive, stay....
Continue to the blog page for some sure to be good laughs :)
Enjoy!
La Blonde xx
I miss the high school days where a simple look, a note ripped out of a text book, a sticky on a locker, a dude kicking a soccer ball at your head... led to a relationship. Ah, the good ol' days.
I truly have everything going for me in life; a family people only dream to have, (seriously, my parents are like the modern day Brady Bunch) some of the coolest and most loyal friends, a great job that I actually don't want to die waking up to, a car with wheels, HD TV... really, the only thing missing in my life is my better half. So I figure, if I force myself on dates, 52 of them to be exact, maybe just maybe... I'll find a good catch. From cyber dates to random encounters at the friendly neighbourhood bar, I will pursue one date a week for one whole year. One. Whole. Year. Seriously, just typing this is giving me the heebee jeebees slash fucking anxiety. In the unlikely event that something called love comes out of all this, then it is game over. If not, I hope to at least find a new found faith in the male species. Or, I'll become a lesbian.
I will blog about each and every date, the highs and lows, and everything in between. Feel free to leave comments, tweets, hate mail, whatever you please. Oh, and there are legit rules to follow as well. Obviously, this blog is not suited for younger audiences; I have a trucker mouth that tends to slip, um, all the time. Especially if the date is just fucking peachy. Stay positive, stay positive, stay....
Continue to the blog page for some sure to be good laughs :)
Enjoy!
La Blonde xx
