Well, after much discussion with some close girlfriends, I have decided to create a blog. Yes, another blog by girl with a disasterous dating background. No, I am not a professionally trained love expert, but maybe if I were, I would be able to avoid the ridiculous dating experiences that I have been privy to. For those who are wondering, I am trying to stay as anonymous as possible (Partly due to the fact that if I meet that certain someone, I don't want him to think of me as some love crazed feminist. Wait, is that an oxymoron? Yes, probably). Anyway, for those of you who do know me, I promise you will figure it out sooner or later. Some of my stories are completely unique in their absurdity, and I have shared them before.
My basis for starting this blog stems from my most recent dating blunder. I'm frustrated, confused, and yes, pissed off. This blog is not intended to be a rant, so I will try to stick with the comical stories that have been shared with me, my dating experiences, and my take on current/previous relationships I have witnessed. For those of you who will be mentioned in this blog, I promise I will change your name. If you have any ideas for what you want your name to be, email me.
I don't consider myself a supermodel, but I am confident enough to say that I am NOT a troll. I am bold, outgoing, and extremely honest. Perhaps, that is why I have had issues in the dating department. Anyway, recently, I have become more and more perplexed with challenges my girlfriends and I have faced in the dating realm. I am also confident enough to say that those girls mentioned in my blog, are beautiful, intelligent, and unbelievably kind. Trust me, if they weren't, I would tell you. If anyone has stories they want me to share, please let me know! I know there are several of us out there.
As I see it, chivalry is dead. I do not blame men (wait, let's call them boys. They have some serious growing up to do) completely. Yes, I do share the blame. We no longer expect our dates to call us for a date (texting will do. Not!), we meet them for our dates, or worse, we meet them at their house! Yikes! I do this all the time! Don't even get me started on the subject of door opening. Anyway, I do believe I am beginning to stray from my point. This blog is intended to entertain readers, and hopefully others will be willing to share their experiences... It is my hope that my sarcasm and dry humor will seep through my writing, and provide readers with a giggle or two. Heck, I might even shoot for a rotfl (rolling on the floor laughing). With this, I leave you with a movie quote that suits the subject of my blog.
From the movie He's Just Not That Into You
"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope."
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