For the past week, my Facebook feed has been cluttered with the fallout of breakups. For several days I could practically hear REM crooning “Everybody Hurts” when I checked my page. It seems as though mating season is over and in its wake is a smattering of broken hearts. Some of my friends have handled their breakups with a grace that I envy. (I’m not exactly sane during a breakup.) Some . . . not so much.
In the midst of this dating carnage, I was asked out on a date for the first time in close to a year. And I’m not excited to go.
This is perhaps the only legitimate date request I’ve received from my recent foray into JDate. The rest were either scared off by me only being only half Jewish or they sent me an email already naming our children. Introduction emails seem like a strange place for family planning. Maybe that’s just me.
But this guy seems to be intelligent, eloquent and polite. And as my colleague put it, “He’s really cute! You never go out with cute guys!”
(What, the albino was very attractive for someone without pigment!)
So why am I not excited?
Perhaps it’s watching the online massacre of relationship bliss. Except I don’t think I’m that empathetic. More likely, it’s because the vast majority of my first dates with people I’ve met over the Internet have ended in disaster. In fact, I can’t recall the last time an online date led to a second date.
I am such an optimist.
Maybe it’s time to forget where everyone else is in their life and forget about those bad dates. Well, maybe not forget. I could use my Fibonacci theory instead. Time to move forward to what could very well be a perfectly nice date.
Or a really awesome blog post. We shall see.
Lesson learned: If you’ve been whining about never meeting guys who can spell, and then one who can asks you out, stop whining and go on the date.