“They (penguins) then fall madly in love and live happily ever after.
And so you ask yourself: “If a penguin can have a worthwhile, stimulating relationship, why the hell can’t I?”
Or maybe you ask yourself: “Would I be happier if I started dating a penguin” ~ Bradley Trevor Greive, Looking for Mr. Right
Last week was a tough week. I worked extremely long hours, even more than I usually do. One night I was stuck at the office until 2:30 a.m., and then I was back at work by 8:00 a.m. Thankfully, it was spring break for LittleG, and she was at her father’s house, so I did not have to worry about her. However, I broke my gym streak and I did not work out even once last week. Hopefully this week will be better. Working out at the gym is my one real “vice” and I feel irritated and short-tempered when I don’t exercise.
I had lost a bet to a friend last week as well, and so I was obligated to perform an act of her choosing. As luck or misfortune would have it, my obligation to fulfill the bet was to go on one date. Where would I find a date? She suggested that I create an online profile.
Over the years I had created dating profiles only to promptly remove them. This time was no exception. I find it unnatural to offer yourself up to others like an item on a restaurant menu, and to initially be judged by a few photos that only give a glimpse of who you really are. I am definitely not judging those who do internet date, and I know it has been successful for many people. I am speaking solely for myself, and for me, it feels unnatural.
And unsuccessful. While I did get many likes and messages, they were mostly from old and fat men, and one lesbian who offered to paint my nude body.
Profile deleted. I’ll have to find someone the old-fashioned way, I guess. Does anyone date the traditional way any more?
Oh, and yesterday, LittleG officially became a young woman. She got her first period, and as her mom, I congratulated her on her first step of her journey towards adulthood, but secretly, I cried for the end of her youth (and the official start of my old age).