Enough is enough

I spent the last 10 months with a man and I spent the last three months convincing myself that it was enough. I grew up, somewhere, and I started to realize what I want.

It seems like a radical concept, what I want... We always say "me," or "I" ... but sometimes when you want so badly for something to work, you end up saying "he" way more often. I have decided I'm not OK with that.

The best part about ending things when it comes to this blog is I am a far better blogger while dating than when I am in a relationship.

The moment I appeared single on Facebook, three dudes I haven't talked to in more than a year send me a message "How are you doing? Long time, what are you up to?" I'm not kidding, it was within the hour. Are you serious guys? I mean, come one... I've got better options than a Facebook message. Social media has diluted common courtesy and turned us all into meat market in moments of true despair.

It's feast or famine and in this world I seem to be very good at feasting, at dating multiple people, or finding someone who is a feaster... But when I actually decide to commit, what I do? I chose the famine man... this is no way to live.

I believe there is a middle, and now, my newest dating mission is to find the median between starvation and gluttony.

So let the new journey begin, I love dating, and I have many adventures to share, but I figured, I'd give it an intro and a sad train for my audience of no one -- for most journeys begin in solitude but end with great friends, or a great love. Or, at the very least, they end with the memory of those who took part in a leg of the trip.