Single In The City

Hey, hey, what do you know, it’s Tuesday! Okay, really I am not that excited, it was a very late night, and an even earlier morning. But hopefully your weekend was Fam-tastic (I can’t take credit for that. Thanks Flick.) and you got a lot accomplished.

The weekend wasn’t overly exciting. I picked up some new wool pants from the Gap, which with all of the discounts and gift certificates I had saved from Christmas, turned out to be free! (I am totally rocking the office with them today, and even though they won’t say it, I think everyone is jealous.)

We watched a couple of movies (I knew Gryphon would be almost as fun as Mel) had a real Flight of the Conchords marathon and even got a bit of sleeping in. I am just counting the next thirty days until our next long weekend with Good Friday.

So today is another open discussion. Discuss if you will.

Are there rules to dating?

Married people all agree, when it comes to love, there really are no rules. And that anyone can make a first move, a second move or even all the moves. Single people are pretty adamant. There are definite rules and regulations that need to be followed to win over a prospective love. Failure to do so, leads you to Saturday nights alone with pyjama pants, old Friends reruns and eating Mac and Cheese right out of the pot.

So, who is right?

Here is the story. The other night I am with a gaggle of married people, when of course, like always, the topic of me and my singleness comes up. Now, I have no problems telling everyone funny stories associated with the ups and downs with my unattached-ness. And so I begin with a story of not too long ago, that of Mr. LOL, my internet boyfriend.

You have all read about him in recent weeks, after a month or two of strictly internet talking (And not even that captivating of conversations) I got bored and stopped talking to him. Yup, just like that, cold turkey. And you will never believe it, but when I stopped initiating conversations, he stopped as well. It has been a few weeks since our last lame conversation, and I am thinking that it is over just a soon as it begun, if it even begun.

Now, maybe there was interest on his part at some point. After all, it was him that started this whole thing, and originally initiated all of our conversations. But at some point that all stopped and our normally bad conversations became worse.

My married posse was horrified that I would give up that easily, stating that I should have, or still should ask him out. But I decided not that long ago, I wasn’t going to chase people who weren't interested, or wear someone down to date me. We have all seen the effects of those situations.

Am I wrong? Did I give up too easily? Am I just playing by rules that don’t even or need to exist? Now what?

Shouldn’t this be easier?

Here’s to:

At least it is a short week.

A fresh start. No more talk, just action this time.

Right back where we started from and maybe this time it isn’t a bad thing. It’s nice to have you back.

Thanks to all of you for the weekend fun.

Lots of Love.