Three Date Weekend

I was all set for a three date weekend.  Not exactly an avalanche of men, but enough to make me feel like I'm giving this dating thing a good old college try.  Here's what went down:

Date #1: Nice enough guy, I suppose.  If he could relax enough to actually be interesting.  I think we had a good time together, because I love it when I have things in common with guys I'm talking to.  Like finding out that we both like talking about my favorite thing: ME!  Okay, so we weren't just talking about me, but I was completely driving the convo.  Aside from following me down the rabbit hole of whatever I wanted to discuss, I managed to unwittingly make him explain an awkward sitch.

Said topic requiring explanation? "Why I live with my mom."  His explanation seemed to indicate that mom lived with him, not the other way around.  In general, I'm not sure that I'm against adults sharing a home with a single parent... I've known several people who have done this, at least for awhile.  What did bug me was that he was so uncomfortable with the whole situation and nervous about what I'd think.

Now, fellas, I actually love it when you care enough about what I'll think that you do things like show up on time, laugh at my jokes, and make sure to smell nice.  Ah, freshly-showered men.  What I'm not a fan of is a lack of confidence.  Of course a date with me should make you a little nervous.  I'm awesome.  By the same token, you should be awesome enough to make me a little nervous too (gosh, he's so cool, I hope he likes me!).  And you should know just exactly how awesome you are.

So, no love connection there.  On the plus side, our bartender was adorable and fun.  Had to leave that as a minor flirting incident, since I decided it would be tacky to slip him my digits while clearly spending time with another guy.  Or is that fine in these modern, sexy times we live in?

Date #2 & #3: Called on account of me feeling under the weather.  Hung over, you say?  Bygones. Those are being rescheduled and I'll report back if there's anything good to know and tell.

TTFN - Hugs and puppies,

Betty

Open Letter to the Suddenly Single

I have a few friends who have recently ended comfortable LTRs and are making their way into the world as freshly-minted singletons.  For all of you out there who find yourselves similarly suddenly single, this open letter is for you.

Dear SS:

Congratulations! Welcome to the wonderful world of Singles.

As someone who deeply cares about you and your search for happiness... you know, like... as a friend, here is some free advice.

1) DON'T be a tourist.  Some of you just coming out of relationships have a tendency to behave like tourists, like being single is this quirky thing you do while slumming it until the big relationship break comes along.  As serial monogamy goes, it's not a bad angle.  And I'm sure you will be back where you belong with a gal or fella on your arm in due time.  Meanwhile...

2) DO enjoy the ride.

3) DON'T be ashamed of being single.  Or online dating.  Or speed dating.  Or blind dating.  Or hitting on chicks in the grocery store or guys in a club.

4) But DON'T feel like you need to tell everyone in your life every single detail about your online dating, speed dating, blind dating, etc.  Not only does that often bridge the chasm of TMI, but there's also no reason to set yourself up to hear criticism from Negative Nelly's.

5) DO commiserate, share stories, hopes, and disappointments with good friends and those who understand.  Just because you're single, doesn't mean you have to do this thing alone.

6) DO take the time to put yourself first, spoil yourself a little and attend to the things you thought you'd forgotten or outgrown while you were busy putting the "u" in "us."

Love,

Betty

P.S. Are you "Suddenly Single?"  Thinking about making a career out of it?  Going for a Guinness Book Record? What are your DOs and DON'Ts for keeping your single sanity?