You Do the Math

A couple of weeks ago, my mother suggested I consider joining a singles group at a local church. Because I had been whining about being so bored and having no life., etc, she was doing what moms do - try to make it better.

However, I told her that, incredibly, I don't think the problem is that I am wanting to date somebody. Or am sad that I'm not. No, really. I'm bored with my job at work and I kinda suck at it, too, which is not good. And the book I've been working on for something like a year and a half is at the printer and I'm ready for it to be here and in the interim I'm eaten up with anxiety and boredom in pretty much equal parts.

One thing her suggestion did make me think about thougth was this: Since last fall I have been on any number of dates. At one time I went so far as to call myself a "dating phenom," which totally came back to bite me in the ass, as boasting is wont to do. For close to a year now, all but ONE of the dates I've had have been a result of online dating. Seriously. There has been only one real live person around here who saw me and simply had to ask me out.

This is how I'm at least relatively sure I'll be back on eharmony by winter.