So, here I am. Silent since May. It’s the middle of August. How, oh time, have you slipped away so fast? Where to, oh voice, have you gallivanted away?
I have no idea how this post will turn out, so I hope that you will bear with me while I exercise my near atrophied writing muscles. I hope it’s quite like a bike and that I haven’t forgotten how.
So, I’m titling this post and it’s obviously another ranting on love. Love, love, more love. Whenever will I stop?
I am hesitant to admit here that I have embarked on the absurd, yet marvelous, journey of online dating. While I originally scoffed at the virtual meat market– the inorganic nature of reading someone’s profile, of judging their selfies—I have actually found the atmosphere to be quite pleasant, if not refreshing. Not only can I present myself in a way that promotes my best forward foot, or at minimum my best angle, but I am able to ask myself what it is I really want in a person, or in a relationship, casual or otherwise without the distracting bar scene. I actually find that I can be more intentional and on board with my goals.