Dating

Since I've moved out to Phoenix I've dated a lot. More than I ever thought I would. As someone who finds people complex and interesting (and sometimes the exact opposite), I generally write down just about everything I observe and the guys who come and go in my life are a big part of that. Some dates have gone really well but the guys turn out to be interested in something else. Some dates were not so great and there are plenty in between. I think it all depends on my attitude and my first meeting or set of interactions with the guy. I've been trying to have respect for myself and not take much shit, but it doesn't always work. I realize I don't always behave in a way that I would consider to be good but life is all about trial and error, making mistakes. But this dating stuff is teaching me that I am amazing and that a man should practically be licking my boots to even be allowed to spend time with me. I know that sounds so royally arrogant, but if I respect myself, that's the attitude I should have. The man needs to prove himself otherwise they're not worth it. I am not stuck up, but I know now, that I don't have to put up with any crap and that if a guy does not contact me or ask me out on a proper date, I should move on to the next one.

The whole point of this post is to say that I'm going to be starting to write a book about all the dates and men that have been in my life. I have so many hilarious stories, some that are not so hilarious, some that are scary, weird, crazy, unbelievable - you name it, I've got it - and I think I should share my experiences. From time to time I will post about this on here, but most of it will be saved for my book. It's going to be a riot!

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