A new leaf...

So after careful consideration and under the advice of my newly married best friend, who wanted nothing more than for us to throw dinner parties together at our neighboring suburban homes , I joined an internet dating site. I’ll pause for the gasps________ Sure I always imagined I’d meet mr right the way most women do, in line at the Starbucks, at a bar , maybe even through a friend. But these things just weren’t happening and dammit I was on a deadline here. The selection of the site was simple. I was not gonna do e-harmony because it all just seemed a little too cheesy, those commercials drove me insane. I don’t care about the 25 levels of compatibility, and from what I hear they match you first , and THEN let you see your match's picture, no thanks, yes I am superficial . To top it off , its religiously based and well…im not.
Then there was Match .com. The only options for body type were , slim, average , athletic , curvy and big and beautiful. If that’s the case I’d much rather prostitute myself on myspace which has a better fitting description entitled “more to love”. I wasn’t doing Lavalife because there was something very “swinger-esque” about the whole thing and actually I was looking to do more than just hook up, been there done that.
I think that’s what really started it all in the first place. I was/am tired of the hookups. I think that for a long time I strayed away from convention and formality (catholic girl syndrome for sure ) that now I realized that maybe that’s what I needed. I had spent a lot of time allowing men to pay the minimum amount of attention to me, and rewarded them anyway. Ok , Ok so before you jugde. This didn’t necessarily mean I was easy, but I don’t think I was exactly playing heard to get. I was nonchalant about my expectations and never wanted to be the clingy girl. I was convinced that if I behaved just as uninterested as they were , they might step their game up and eventually come around. So then what would happen? we’d never make it on the same page and then before I knew it , the steamy love affair was over. It happened time and time again.
So now, things would be different. I used to make fun of guys who weren’t creative enough to plan a date that didn’t include dinner and a movie, and now… thats actually exactly what I wanted. Normal first dates, not first dates that ended up at breakfast or lasted over weekends. I wanted the awkward getting to know eachother phase, followed by the “who’s gonna be the first to say it” . I was ready for it all, so I joined Yahoo personals. Updates to come, stay tuned.