Hey, remember me?
Instead of making apologies and/or excuses for not blogging, I'll just sidestep the fact I haven't updated in forever and say a few things about my hopes and dreams and all that stuff.
This being a semi-anon blog means that the sole readership consists of my lovely Internet friends. So if someone genuinely wants to ask me something, like "What's going on with you and M, the pilot?" (answer: nothing) then they will ask me. For this reason I don't feel it's necessary to list all the insignificant events/findings of the previous month, such as, what is going with me and A (answer: nothing).
So yes, literally nothing has happened to me since I tentatively re-entered the world of online dating. I've started interesting conversations with men that have just inexplicably trailed off. Proposed dates/meetings never materialised. Everything has seemed forced and strained. That is, until this week.
J is a statistician. He also plays Spanish guitar. He wears comfy cardigans. He has a full head of hair. He drinks ale. He can cook a mean risotto. He also texts me when I text him. He is interested in talking to me, even when I throw all my crazy at him. I was home from date number 1 for five minutes when he text to propose date number 2. This is happening Wednesday night, and I'm actually pretty excited.
If all goes well, I'm really hoping January will be the month I finally break my 20 month spell of celibacy. It's been hanging around my neck like a sexually frustrated albatross. This morning in the shower I exfoliated every inch of my body, in a conscious effort to get my body sex ready. The next step is to target the leg fur I've been cultivating since the onset of winter. Must ask my mum to let me borrow her secateurs.
So here's hoping that 2013 will be infinitely greater than 2012. Seeing as though I spent 2012 broke, sad, and not having sex, this shouldn't be a difficult accomplishment.
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