Let me just set the stage for you, and give you a backdrop for why I have suddenly chosen to air my dirty dating laundry for y’all. After ending a 5 year long relationship, I began casually dating while still in grad school. Co-workers, friends, and colleagues thought my awkward and sometimes painful dates were that of great entertainment. It was short lived, only for the summer, before getting into another semi-serious relationship. Which, as you have likely guessed, also did not work out.
So here I am! In front of my laptop no less. Back in the wilds of dating. Or, for me, free drinks, food, and entertainment. I seem to continue to find myself laughing at my options for who is single in the area. Moving back to northern Michigan was great for my wallet, but not so much for finding a new potential love interest. As I have shared my stories of scraping the bottle of the barrel to find gentlemen to actually go on a date with, more people have been asking for updates of how they went and so on. Until, a co-worker suggested I start to “write vignettes” of my experiences. Enough of my friends encouraged me to do so, so I figured, “what the hell!” Think of me like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex in the City. Only in cheaper shoes and more to the ring of Drinking in the Sticks.
I feel the need to continue to explain how I am hoping this will play out, and what you can expect to read and to not see. For starters, I’m not some vengeful cow that plans to spin a bunch of shit about my ex’s. So if for some reason one of you find yourself reading this in a cold sweat, afraid I’m going to share your saucy secrets, you can relax. No one cares about the size and shape of your penis. However, at times you may be mentioned as some sort of reference point or when making comparisons to new man-boys. You’ll just have to deal with it. These are my stories, and they will be told from my viewpoint. So feel free to take everything with a grain of salt.
As far as the new man-meat that get subjected to our laughter on my blog, I will leave just enough of your information out so as to hope none of my readers (who am I kidding, just my friends who already know these stories) can figure out who you are. Everyone, including myself, will have a pseudonym/alias. If you leave comments, please refrain from using any actual names. Let me put a strong emphasis on this: nothing I say is meant to be taken as slander, malice, or spite. It is not my intention to humiliate or harm anyone involved. Again, these are just my thoughts…floating out in the magical interwebs so that everyone can read them.
In addition, I am by no means writing these things because I think I am superior or perfect, and I am well aware that my shit in fact does stink. (Uh, yeah. I just said that I poop.) But, that doesn’t mean I have to settle. And, I am also aware that my thoughts aren’t that original, and I don’t particularly think I’m something special. “I’m so cool. Everyone needs to know every single thought I have during the day.” I’m just that feisty red head you’ve all come to love…or at least tolerate.
Now that I have that out of the way, let’s get to the good stuff. Thanks for checking this out, and bear with me as I continue to construct the site and develop a style. Happy reading!