The dating scene remains sporatic at best. I recently, upped the anti and have tried to go on real dates. My first venture had great promise. He had a career, a dog, and great converstions across several medians with me.... Email, texting, all good and even funny at times. He`s 44 though, so a year or two older than me... not my preferred choice; but I`m trying to be a good woman here... so I don`t judge.
He was an excellent choice for a boyfriend in my mind, until 10-15 minutes into our dinner date. After that, it was another two hours before I could escape this heinous farce for two. He even got home after said date and texted me `How was your date`... clever but two little too late. The damage was done... I knew I could do better. It`s a big change in that I probably wouldn`t have realized that in the past. (Growing emotionally is probably the worst thing about growing upslashold - only old people will get that)
He;s a phobe, slightly racist, and probably the trashiest idiot I have had the displeasure to spend time with in a long long time.
Add in his love affair with video games and smoking weed - and there is just nothing there for me. Nothing.
So, I haven`t given up on legitimate dating, but I have fallen back into old habits. This habit being the italian from Burlington, Frankie. It made me laugh to read a post i had written about him where I had written him off... based on our argument in the street regarding fire hydrants... Obviously, he was long ago forgiven... and has also improved in several areas. I no longer think of him as a loser idiot nor a bad lover - in fact, I am rather fond of our visits. The most recent being a hotel room in Niagara Falls - complete with fuzzy housecoats and room service. It was fun - but of course - we`ll never marry ... This I am most sure of.
I don`t know why I`ve chosen today to return after nearly 5 years... but I``m back and we`ll see where it takes me
