the daily snivel
Aw, who needs you?
[** updated ** October 12, 2004 at 4:47 pm]
It's not a good commentary on the either/both myself and/or the state of people these days when the romantically detached and unattainable girl of my dreams that I'm (not so) secretly in love with is nevertheless funnier, more literate, more interesting, and more interested in me than just about every real life lonely single gal actively looking for a man on lavalife.com.
I guess I should elaborate. Lately I've been feeling mopey, because I've been feeling very uncertain about what to do regarding my strong but unproductive feelings for someone special to me. I accept that this isn't the right time to be professing my affection, and decided that perhaps some distraction was in order. Accordingly, I reactivated my silly on-line dating profile for several days, thinking that even a couple of dates that went absolutely nowhere beyond long, drawn out efforts to politely drink coffee amidst a smattering of awkward chit-chat would lead me to realize that there were plenty of fish in the sea and that I needn't endure feverish, repetitive dreams about a certain someone every night.
So, several e-mail messages were sent (at 6 paid credits a pop!) over the course of a couple of days later, and for all of that sucking up of pride and making a real effort to reach out to people who by definition are lonely and desperate too, and -- nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Bah.
Profile deleted in a fit of self-loathing for having sunk so low and for having achieved so little.
Back to unfulfilling, lonesome, but more preferable dreams for me!
It's not a good commentary on the either/both myself and/or the state of people these days when the romantically detached and unattainable girl of my dreams that I'm (not so) secretly in love with is nevertheless funnier, more literate, more interesting, and more interested in me than just about every real life lonely single gal actively looking for a man on lavalife.com.
I guess I should elaborate. Lately I've been feeling mopey, because I've been feeling very uncertain about what to do regarding my strong but unproductive feelings for someone special to me. I accept that this isn't the right time to be professing my affection, and decided that perhaps some distraction was in order. Accordingly, I reactivated my silly on-line dating profile for several days, thinking that even a couple of dates that went absolutely nowhere beyond long, drawn out efforts to politely drink coffee amidst a smattering of awkward chit-chat would lead me to realize that there were plenty of fish in the sea and that I needn't endure feverish, repetitive dreams about a certain someone every night.
So, several e-mail messages were sent (at 6 paid credits a pop!) over the course of a couple of days later, and for all of that sucking up of pride and making a real effort to reach out to people who by definition are lonely and desperate too, and -- nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Bah.
Profile deleted in a fit of self-loathing for having sunk so low and for having achieved so little.
Back to unfulfilling, lonesome, but more preferable dreams for me!
