I am on a mission. It is September 6, 2012, and my goal is to have a boyfriend by Christmas. This gives me 109 days (and 2+ hours) to make this happen. I feel this is a totally achievable goal.
I am a 31 year old professional. I live in San Francisco, CA. my parents love me and have been married for over 30 years. I have had boyfriends and I have been in love.
The purpose of those statements is to prove to you, and myself, that I am normal-ish. I am not crazy, and I’m not going to boil your rabbit. I just think it is time.
Okay, that sounds weird. Let me explain. I am extremely comfortable being single and I enjoy my life. I have some great friends and I love my job. I have hobbies and interests, and I have 2 eyebrows and I shower regularly. While I may not be Jenifer Anniston, I’m not a troll or a Kardashian either.
The purpose of this blog/journal is to provide myself with a goal to work towards. A mission. Professionally and academically I always worked best when there is a deadline and a clear assignment.
Unlike Intro to American Politics, my dating life has always lacked a clear syllabus or due date. I have never thought I would die alone. I have never felt I needed a man to sponsor me (not going to lie I have joked about it and it would be nice). I tend to approach relationships and dating as a way to kill time until something better comes along, or I get bored.
So, here I am, embarking on a semester of self-discovery, self-improvement, and hopeful some fun and stupid stories with the ultimate goal of having someone, besides my cousins and parents, to drink hot toddies with on December 25th.
So sit back, enjoy, and don’t feel bad if you laugh at me a bit, because I too think this is a bit lame.
(Just to prove my lameness- I am typing this on my iPhone in a Laundromat while I drink Pinot noir out of a stadium cup. Should I just give up and invest in some cats now?)