The Experiment

I Don’t Want to Date

Let’s start there. What I want is to reside in the coziness of knowing your partner so well, a mere glance at their expression tells you exactly what they’re thinking. When you instinctively know what they need in any given situation. When you truly enjoy being in that person’s company. But that’s not dating. That’s a relationship. 

Dating is more like wanting a sweet kitten to love and being handed a one-eyed, mange-infested feral cat who clings to his ninth life with the same claws that will rip you to shreds when you’re not looking. 

Did I mention I don't want to date? 

The problem is you can't get to "relationship" without first navigating "dating". 

The Challenge 

I was tricked into this by my BFF. She's been riding my ass to "put myself out there" and start online dating. 

"Look at it as a challenge," she said. "An experiment. And you could blog about it." 

That bitch. Ugh. She knows me so well and appealed to my super competitive side — the side that cannot refuse a challenge. And speaking of super competitive, don't ever play a board game with me. I once played a two-day, 17-hour game of Monopoly with my brother because we both refused to surrender. It must be a family thing. But I digress. 

"I could do that. The blog could be funny and kind of sweet," I responded, my creative wheels turning. "And don't think I didn't notice how you worked in writing about it." 

Not only has BFF been bugging me to start dating, but she's also been pushing me to write for fun again. And she's right — I need to do both these things, but I needed the momentum to push me out of the rut of comfort that I've made a nest in. 

And So Here We Are

If you do me the honor of reading this blog, I promise you an honest and transparent journey. No one will be doxed and I will totally be myself when communicating with any potential gentlemen friends. 

And while I call it an "experiment", this is by no means a joke or a trick. I am simply sharing the experience and aiming to do so with humor with kindness. I look at it as a potential cure for a painful case of writer's block coupled with a slim chance of becoming, well, part of a couple. 

What's Next?

My profile. Who knows how to use Photoshop?