Okay. So I was all gung ho to go on as many dates as possible and then write about them - because what a great book and adventure that would be, right? Well - I think I was wrong because I'm just getting sick of it.
Seriously - if there is one lesson I've learned through all of this - it's that you can totally tell what the guy thought of you by the end of the date.
Translation: At the end if all you get is a half hug and a "I'll talk to ya later"... that means you will never, ever hear from that dude again. He obviously didn't think you were as great as you thought he was. Or you could have which I did have once - a really great, full on hug and a "would you like to go out again?" Granted - that one ended after a month because he was "too busy"... but still!
I just keep talking myself into it though that life is better getting out there and trying to date than it is sitting at home and feeling sorry for myself. However, I'm beginning to think that this dating stuff is taking a lot more effort than I really want to put forward.
Where's my fairy godmother to drop in the man of my dreams when I need it most? Oh right - that just happens in the movies.
More adventures to come I'm sure and hopefully not too many more "half hugs and I'll talk to you laters". Hmph.
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