Waltzing in

I have better refined and further defined exactly who I’m looking for… and it’s not him. She told me from the beginning that it wasn’t him. I should have listened to her; she is always right when it comes to these things. I mean, come on, he asked me to be his date to my own brothers wedding. He doesn’t even have my phone number yet and already he is waltzing into my family affairs. Anyone who knows me knows that my family is off limits, tucked safely away behind the big C word. (No, not control… Comm… Commit… Commitment… so hard to say, I can’t even type it!) So now I’m in the awkward position of blowing him off after finally sending out the “I’m totally into you” signal. It’s a harsh world out there girls, break it to them gently.

And what is this sudden restlessness? It’s like I’m finally comfortable in my own skin, dare I say happy in this vast state of singleness. It’s a liberation so freeing that the feeling itself now makes me want to run off to places that I never knew existed.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s why I’m not into him. He is A-Typical Husband Material and I am not looking for a husband right now. He’s not the kind of guy you just date for fun because, well, he’s not that fun. Which leads me to question, what am I looking for? Is fun an underlying prerequisite for dating me? The questions are drawing answers that make it all so clear. He’s boring. I can’t handle boring.