My name is Josie and I live with 2 boys and my pet hamster, Julius Caesar. The boys are kind and the animal bites.
This blog chronicles my misadventures as I (drunkenly) maneuver through the dark tsetse fly-infested swampy marshes of Singlehood. My journey starts here.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
You’re the One for Me, Fatty!
Whether I like it or not, I guess I’m back into the shallow pool that is the local dating scene.The trouble when dating with a full time job? The opportunity for meeting people beyond your incestuous social circle is close to none.
I just don’t have the time to hang out in an indie record store or bookshop, trying to search for my soul mate who’s also reading Kierkegaard. The movies lied - the person you’d meet on a park bench while picnicking or cycling on your fixed gear bike isn’t a charming man in a tailored vest & handsome hat who says things like ‘Would you like to come in for a night cap?”; it’s more likely to be the neighborhood’s smelly homeless guy.
Short of shitting where I eat, picking up the group’s proverbial village bicycle or falling in love with your gay best friend, you’re left with meeting groping strangers in the dark whilst trying desperately to find happiness at the bottom of a tequila shot.
Do I want the last time I was remotely intimate with anyone, to be a beer-breathed, groin grinder trying to fuck me through my clothes on the dance floor?
And then there’s internet dating.
Will the information superhighway magically bestow some algorithmically compatible gentleman who isn’t the Match.com’s version of the Craigslist Killer? What do match ratings mean? When did love become a mathematical formula?
I wish I had a solution for meeting the perfect person but I don’t.
But maybe that’s the trick: to stop trying. Every single relationship I’ve been in, I’ve tried to fix. And it’s been hard. So much harder than getting that social media strategy on time in the office, or planning the perfect Halloween party. And love…it shouldn’t be as stressful as either things. This time around, I’m letting go.
But this long winded narrative that doesn’t quite lead anywhere isn’t ending just here. I’m meeting someone for dinner tonight. His family used to own a circus - yes, just another something to add to the ‘I’m so quirky/Zooey Deschane wannabe’ personality.
I will be the same funny and (semi) brilliant & lovable person I am…and then I will sit back, and let the universe do the rest.
