Tuesday, June 10, 2014

What I had hoped would be a shift in my online dating fortunes turned out to be a red herring, packed with a clear reminder: this ain’t going to be easy. Now, I never pegged this as a cakewalk, but for the briefest moment, I thought I had caught a break. With my reality check firmly in place, though, I see the long, long road ahead of me.

I’m loathe to admit I found myself asking questions, too, specifically the degree to which I’d be willing to compromise. I don’t think compromise itself is loathsome, of course, so much as the actual questions I was asking. And these questions were driven by the same age-old challenge: the people I’m attracting are wholly different from the ones I’m pursuing. It’s like a fucked-up Venn diagram that never, well, Venns.

But the heart wants what the heart wants, and I still refuse to compromise. It’s a numbers game, in my mind, and I’ve got to keep plugging away at it. With a weeklong trip to Charlotte right around the corner, along with some dogsitting this weekend, I can switch gears to other topics, which I imagine is a relief to you as well. There will be a brief return to eBay, too, as I clear out a few lots I neglected to sell, in my haste to move here. Never thought I’d look forward to logging into the old account, but a chance to hawk merchandise online that isn’t me? That doesn’t sound so bad at all.