My friend Jo and I were talking about relationships.
"I think you're actually the most romantic of all of us." Come again? "Not in the sense of flowers and candy and walks on the beach. You are, though, because you refuse to settle. You know what you want, and you're not going to compromise on that. I think that's very romantic." I'm not convinced "romantic" is the right word for my situation, but Jo's right about two things. I am not in to traditional notions of romance - it makes me terribly uncomfortable when people I don't know very well give me flowers - and I am single. Whether it's because of my noble refusal to compromise or my somewhat dubious life choices remains to be seen. So yes, I am single. In the most general sense, I don't feel terribly bad about this. Until about six months ago, I didn't even want to be in a relationship. As long as my, ahem, needs were being met, I felt no real desire to tether myself to another human being romantically. I got really good at my job (easy, when you can work eighty hours a week). I watched only what I wanted to on Netflix (usually Doctor Who, and usually for six hours at a time). I ate weird things for dinner (Monday: chips and salsa. Tuesday: bag of Bertolli's. Wednesday: Broccoli. Only Broccoli. Thursday: Bean and cheese burrito). Then it was like someone flipped a switch in my brain. I woke up one morning and thought, I'd like to date someone. It was the first time in four years that thought entered my pretty little head, and I wanted to take action on this immediately. A bit of advice: if you wake up one day and suddenly pine for partnership, don't try to date your friend with benefits. It doesn't matter what Mila and Justin have told you, it will not work. Especially if said friend is an emotionally-stunted man child. So, I'm single! A few stats, for your consideration:
Given this information, odds are not good that love will just happen to me. And I am a woman of action. Thus, my New Years Resolution: In 2014, I will go on thirteen first dates. If I lived in one of those cities, I could probably pull off thirteen dates in like three months, but this will be a little more challenging, given the previously mentioned population constraints. Thirteen feels right. That's slightly more than one per month, and it feels like the appropriate amount of patience and effort, balanced with the other priorities in my life (job, friends, family). I'll be using Match.com, Tinder, okCupid, and my sparkling personality. Updates as they come.
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