Apparently I am a masochist. Or just easily amused. This weekend? I signed up for some online dating fun. Yeah. I did.
I have actually been doing this for the last 3 months but through one of those sites that makes you answer multiple choice questions first as apparently I really need to know what someone's idea of adventure is, in a very generic way, and that will determine my soul mate. This site, which I will refer to only as 'the one with the scary christian dude', was not for me. I did not like the question song and dance.
I have decided that this year I will do things that are fun, things that scared me previously and things I have been talking about but haven't done. Thusly I have resolved to: do more improv shows, shoot a gun, ride on a motorcycle, take kick boxing classes and date some more dudes from the internet. The last one scares me most of all to be honest, it's a lot of effort, a lot of wasted lip gloss and inevitably some stories that will make others cringe. However, I've decided it's worth the risk. It could be fun, right? And I think above all else, I deserve some fucking fun. I am tired of having my heart broken after I fall for guys who are all shades of wrong, so instead I will date all shades of guys. I went in to it deciding that I would say yes to the first person who asked me out as long as it didn't look likely that I would end up with my head in a freezer at the end of the night. And I did. So on Monday I am meeting random internet dude for drinks.
Buckle up, it's going to be a bumpy ride.