I have gone on three dates in the past week. Not a one was anything to write home about. A music editor, a magazine editor and an actor. All were attractive and articulate, but unfortunately I was left completely void of that stomach flip. Maybe I am expecting too much. I am starting to realize that I am becoming increasing more like Margaret Dashwood than Elinor:
The more I know of the world, the more am I convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!
The only person that I had found to possess all of the qualities that I am looking for and to give me that oh so thrilling stomach flip, was Philip. He left before we could even go on our second date. Oddly enough, throughout all of these dating woes, I have still been in contact with him. We talk a couple of times a week on Facebook. But Dating, that does not make. We still plan on having our date when he returns to New York. But I am concerned that our relationship is slowing turning into friendship rather than courtship.
I will not be Lucy Steele! Waiting around for Philip and a relationship that may never happened. We only had one date! (Sorry, I had to yell at my hopeless romantic self).
I am making a dating decision. I am going to be a dating machine and date as much as I can. I will treat it like a numbers game and play the averages. I was good in math at school and we learned that the more you play the game the higher your chances are to win. I am determined to win. As God as my witness, I will not go dateless again!
I must go and update my OkCupid profile!