The Dating Project

Okay, so I’m not sure if any of you have noticed, but the tone of my blog has changed.

It started off a place to celebrate singleness.

My objective was not to whine and complain about the misery of being single or to lambaste prospective suitors after dates-gone-wrong. I wanted to be different; I wanted to be positive about singletude and say that it’s okay to be alone.

What’s changed though, is that when I started I wasn’t ready to be unalone (I know that’s not a word!) But now I am. Indeed I find myself wandering into the danger zone. So my posts can go one of two ways: here’s what happened on my last worst date or; I just wish I had someone to love and I’m so lonely.

I’m not comfortable with either option so it’s time, my faithful readers – all nine of you – for the evolution of the Singleness Project.

As with life, everything changes and evolves and so must this blog. I’m afraid I’ll have to proceed with a proper renaming to the Dating Project. Yes, that’s right my friends. I am now dating!

If all goes well my hopes are that it will further evolve into the Relationship Project, and finally, the Marriage Project.

I’m aware that it’s very 1962 to be a woman looking for marriage, but why is it such a terrible thing?  We are social animals who crave intimate connection with one another and despite the fact I didn’t have the best role models for marriage growing up, or maybe in spite of that fact, I long for a true partnership of my own. Someone to have my back, love me even when I’m acting like an ass, and think I’m cute when my hair’s frizzy and my butt looks big in those jeans!

That’s what it’s all about isn’t it?

I won’t bore you any longer with the philosophizing and get right on to the dating.

Today I went on a second date with an online match. It was probably one of the best second dates I’ve ever been on and I have to be careful saying this because he knows my blog address and has been reading every installment! Anyway, what made it great was that I felt so comfortable. We talked and laughed and both agreed on how inappropriate but funny it would be to call our kids Jamal and Shanniqua (he’s asian, I’m a white chick:). We didn’t talk about much, but talked about lots of things at the same time. I felt relaxed, he was sweet and kind and funny and surprisingly, seemed like he might be interested in a…………….dare I say it………………..relationship.

That’s my first installment of the Dating Project.

I will let you know how things go. I’ll try not to be malicious or unkind, too judgmental or critical. My intention is not to negate every suitor or critique every awkward moment. My hope is to truly Keep the Dream Alive.

I’m not an NHL player hoping to win the Stanley Cup or a mountain climber wishing to scale Kilimanjaro. My single, tiny, and solitary dream, is just to find someone to rub my back when it’s sore, tell me I’m good when I feel bad and share the toilet paper with...............