A Catch 22 of Sorts
So what is my problem with men?
Actually I don't have a problem with men, the problem was me. For a long time I have been lonely, no more lonely than the typical 20-something, but lonely none-the-less. Last September, my loneliness was compounded by a broken heart and had evolved into despair. This despair was both over my loss, but also due to the fact that in my first venture in love I inadvertently lost myself.
As life goes it took me a while to find myself again, but in the mean time I had fallen into a psychology where I believed that I could cure my loneliness and despair by finding someone, that "special someone"! Obviously no one person can cure you, funny how that intuition is so obvious and yet I was certain that love would "conquer all." No wonder I was such a boy repellent, I was harboring enough anxiety to cause category 3 earthquake on the Richter scale.
"Where are you from?"
"What do you do?"
"Did you study abroad?"
"Oh you are so funny te he!"
OK, that last one was a joke. Actually, it is the excitement of a stranger that I am turned on by. That must be a sign of stability. But alas, where are these strangers? I find the dating scene in DC tedious. Mostly because of my own defects. I can't seem to untangle the bar scene, it just isn't my speed. That leaves extra curricular activities and friends of friends as my dating options. Well, um, this very anti-social activity of blogging is my new hobby, along with reading and jogging. So . . . that leaves friends of friends, oh wait, most of my friend's friends are my friends already!
Damn!
Of course being the go getter that I am, I have committed to picking up some new more social hobbies. Besides I miss rock climbing, and I love politics and intellectuals, so why not get involved in that scene. We are in DC.
But in the mean time, if you know any TALL, relatively good looking, intellectual, athletic, practical boys who likes moderately crazy blonds, and has a sense of humor coupled with a sense of adventure, send him my way.
Keep on keep'n on.
Actually I don't have a problem with men, the problem was me. For a long time I have been lonely, no more lonely than the typical 20-something, but lonely none-the-less. Last September, my loneliness was compounded by a broken heart and had evolved into despair. This despair was both over my loss, but also due to the fact that in my first venture in love I inadvertently lost myself.
As life goes it took me a while to find myself again, but in the mean time I had fallen into a psychology where I believed that I could cure my loneliness and despair by finding someone, that "special someone"! Obviously no one person can cure you, funny how that intuition is so obvious and yet I was certain that love would "conquer all." No wonder I was such a boy repellent, I was harboring enough anxiety to cause category 3 earthquake on the Richter scale.
Having for a long time been able to exhale with clear lungs my outlook on dating has changed. My mood is much lighter, carefree, even I dare say, flirty. I suddenly find myself wanting to go on awkward first dates; smiling coyishly, twisting my hair around my finger, getting buzzed of three glasses of wine, asking:
"Where are you from?"
"What do you do?"
"Did you study abroad?"
"Oh you are so funny te he!"
OK, that last one was a joke. Actually, it is the excitement of a stranger that I am turned on by. That must be a sign of stability. But alas, where are these strangers? I find the dating scene in DC tedious. Mostly because of my own defects. I can't seem to untangle the bar scene, it just isn't my speed. That leaves extra curricular activities and friends of friends as my dating options. Well, um, this very anti-social activity of blogging is my new hobby, along with reading and jogging. So . . . that leaves friends of friends, oh wait, most of my friend's friends are my friends already!
Damn!
Of course being the go getter that I am, I have committed to picking up some new more social hobbies. Besides I miss rock climbing, and I love politics and intellectuals, so why not get involved in that scene. We are in DC.
But in the mean time, if you know any TALL, relatively good looking, intellectual, athletic, practical boys who likes moderately crazy blonds, and has a sense of humor coupled with a sense of adventure, send him my way.
Keep on keep'n on.
posted by DC Transplant | 10:23 PM
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