Here we are again, and so soon? After my self-imposed moratorium on dating, I rejoined the fray full of hope and ready for a host of new adventures. Instead, a mere six weeks later I find myself on the precipice of profile deletion, thoroughly unimpressed and wholly disappointed.
At the very least, I thought I could get more crazy stories, but with the exception of Team Old Guy proving that turning 30 enters you into a whole new dating pool, the entire experience this round has been very meh.
I’m a bit raw at the moment over being quasi stood up by someone I’ve been talking to for the last little while. We had “sort of” plans that never came to fruition — I try to be easy going and low maintenance about things, but when you say you’ll let me know “later on” what the plan is, and I haven’t heard from you by 10 pm, I’m over it. The whole thing left me a bit melancholy, but luckily my drunken roommate and our wise friend Paul talked me down. Direct quote from Paul: As my good friend the Dalai Lama would say, don’t let the behaviour of others destroy your inner peace.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say my inner peace has been destroyed, but it’s definitely disgruntled. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results, I need to be institutionalized. Fortunately, I can change both my behaviour and my expectations, so yet again my profiles have been deleted in lieu of some introspection and self-assessment.