Dateless. Again. Since I was on my death bed all week, I wasn’t very proactive about trying to set up anymore dates for the rest of the month. It is now virtually impossible for me to meet my “21 dates for the month” quota. I considered extending my dating challenge for another week so that I can meet my goal, but honestly, I’m over it. (And besides, I have different goals for next month that will conflict with dating anyhow.)
Instead of branding myself a failure, I’ve decided to lower my quota from 21 dates to 15. Is that cheating? Sure, but you try finding 21 guys who aren’t going to flake out on you! Besides, going on 15 dates still means that I was dating for over 50% of the month, and that’s more than enough for me.
Staying home tonight was actually a really good thing for me anyhow. I went grocery shopping. Did my laundry. Cleaned the kitchen. Cleaned my room. And did the 8 million other little things that I haven’t been able to do this month thanks to my rigorous dating schedule.
And after my cleaning fit I had a nice quiet date with myself. Wine, cheese & crackers, and a little DVR action. It was perhaps my best date so far.
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