This post I did in March about dating still makes me laugh when I read back over it. I had only begun my dating adventures at that point. I have learned SO much during this year of singledom. I feel like I could write a book! Let me give you a little update on my dating escapades...
I lost count on the total number of dates I've actually been on. I am a firm two dates maximum kinda girl. Meaning you only get about 2 dates to make some magic happen with me before I ditch you. I know that's probably not an excellent tactic, but I'm not big on wasting anybody's time if there's no chemistry. There's only a handful of boys that I've been out with more than 3 times. (That number is 4, in case you were wondering)
I've found that I am an awful, horrible, very bad, terrible judge of age. Men who are my daddy's age absolutely love me. And I am strangely attracted to guys who I think are my age but then turn out to be babies. There's a guy who plays in the band at my church who is just so cute. I thought FOR SURE he was at least 30 - which is over my age. NOPE! Come to find out he's twenty freaking one. The youngest guy I've gone out with is 25 and the oldest is 45. My ideal range is 29-35.
Sometimes it's okay to blur the lines of friendships to explore what's there. I have some really great back up boyfriends in my life. There can come a time when you spend so much time with someone and you're both single (especially when alcohol is involved), you naturally wonder "what if". I will admit the person who has gotten closer to me than anyone was a friend and we completely blurred the lines of our relationship. I had been attracted to him ever since I first met him. Obviously we didn't end up together, but I would try again with him in a heartbeat. He might be my soul mate, and maybe he just doesn't realize it yet.
I am the female Good Luck Chuck. For some reason, guys I've dated feel the need to update me when they do get girlfriends. I can safely say that 95% of all the guys I've even gone on 1 date with currently have girlfriends now. Maybe I'm a good luck charm? For them at least? I say I'm not picky, but I guess that's not entirely accurate. I expect butterflies. And that seems like a lot to ask, but I'm like Ted Mosby looking for love. (If you don't watch HIMYM then we'll just say I'm a closet romantic)
I've had some questions asking if I'm still seeing the country boy that I first went out with back in September. Let me just tell you this boy a charmer! He asked me to meet his parents for our 2nd date. If I had a type, he would be it! We always have a good time together, but we don't see each other exclusively. Maybe when he's ready to settle down more, he would definitely be boyfriend material.
Now I realize this post makes this sound like I date a lot....but sadly that's not true. I'm okay with dating, I'm finally comfortable with it. But I'm okay with staying at home with my pup in my yoga pants too. I am flattered when people want to set me up, I take it as a compliment. Actually last night my pharmacist at Walgreens asked if I had a boyfriend because she wanted to hook me up with her cousin! Such is my life! You know what I always say, God has perfect timing. So until my man comes along I won't get my panties in a wad about dating. (is it weird that I talk about God's perfect timing & my panties in the same breath?)