I’m sick with the flu during the prime awkward-first-date season. Its probably better this way since I’m absolutely sick of dating. This year has been a trainwreck with only a few decent guys here and there. Its apropos I don’t have a date or even PLANS on New Year’s Eve.
The most notable dates have been on recently are as follows, which I will detail later:
- Barely Legal
- Make Out with Two Birds with One Bud Light
- Directional Burper
- Tent Man
- Knight and Shining Dud
- Dutch Oven
- Defensive and Offensive
Just looking at that list gives me such little hope for 2008, but I have a few resolutions:
- Take chances with men, but think those chances through a little more.
- Do a little more research this time and only date guys who are smart and well worth my time.
- No smokers.
- No fathers.
- No one over 33.
- More GOOD sex. If it starts to get bad, pack it up.
- No guy with clear nonsexual fetishes (this isn’t from experience, just preemptive thanks to Lisa).
That’s a good starting point. And I’m going to try my hardest not to let my flu become some sort of depressing analogy for dating in the year 2008.
