You've Only Got 5 Dates to Save the World

So my latest foray into the limits of my comfort zone involves a new goal to start dating. Now you may remember my last date and how well it went. It was bad enough to put me off for 9 months and a valid enough excuse for me to bury my head in the sand and hibernate like a grumpy bear through the long winter months.

Well, it's Spring, and I am coming down from the mountain. And I'm hungry and foraging for food. So I've decided to just jump in with both feet, and set myself the goal of going on 5 dates in the next 8 weeks.

Now I'm talking about real and active dating. Not pseudo- or lazy dating where I kind of sit back and let everyone else do the work. Not ‘dating’ where I spend most of my time lamenting my single-hood or feeling sorry for myself. No more of me feeling like a victim, like I have no control, like no one would even want to date me. I’m talking about dating where I take am actively participating, where I’m getting used to regular rejection, not taking anything personally and gettin’ myself out there.

I’ve been waiting. Waiting til the “right” time. Waiting until I am ready, waiting until the book is done, waiting until I lose 30 pounds, waiting until I feel better about myself, waiting until I feel less vulnerable....waiting, waiting, waiting.

And here I am, on the doorstep of my 34th birthday. Honey, time’s a wastin’. I will wake up at 50 and have waited my life away. There is never the ‘right’ time or the ‘best’ time. So I’m gonna get my ass out there. And oh yeah, try and have some fun.