Day #2 Winging It

I’m dating myself right?

When I decided I was going to do that, I wasn’t really sure what it meant to do so. Does it mean I’m going to be a ‘one man band’? Will I do coupley things by myself? Do I go on dates by myself? Do I talk about my daily life without the active search for a dude? Will I make intentional efforts to avoid things that make me feel like crap? What is dating anyways? I consulted the 100% true, wise and current Urban Dictionary…. According to them, dating can be defined as….

Of a couple, to be in the early stages of a relationship where they go out on dates to find out what each other is like, as a prelude to actually being a fully fledged couple.


or

A pointless waste of time...defined by massive usage of cologne and/or perfume, awkward sweaty hand-holding, and feelings of puppy love that usually dissolved in a few weeks (or less)The other ones were too dirty.

or 

A socially acceptable form of prostitution.

I am pretty sure I am not a prostitute. I don’t wear perfume and I can’t really hold my own hands and be productive. Thus, this blog is me getting to know myself while you read.

After all, I am dating myself.

I will do things that only couples are supposed to do, I will be a unit of one. I will embrace being the third wheel--not to be confused with part three of a threesome! I will figure out what I’m doing with my life and I WILL be satisfied. I will also likely crash and burn. I will attempt to unlearn society’s view of what being a happy successful young person is. Do I need a man on my arm?  Each day will be different, just like real life.

Oh and technically, this is day 2. But I haven’t started yet the actual dating part. This post is to make sure we’re all on the same page.

The sun’ll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there’ll be sun and juicy blog posts.

So what I’m trying to say is that this whole thing will take 62 days.