#raredates

I'm tempted to restart my blog... I've already had a few gems of experience since being back on the dating scene. It's been almost 4 years a lot has changed and a lot hasn't.

There's something cathartic about writing about my failed exploits and attempts at finding love in today's romantic, well let's be honest very un-romantic dating scene. Documenting it seems like a practice of self-torture at times but looking back at some of the shit I wrote I realize, 'that shit was fucking fucked up' yet somehow tragically funny. Initially, as my freshly single first dates went well I felt no desire or need to start up, you know because I mistakenly thought: this time things are different, guys are more mature, more grown up. I was blindly optimistic. I've come to realize little has changed and that if anything people might be even more fucked up, myself included.

Somewhere out there I know there are others of you perhaps going through similar experiences. Or if anything at least I'm bringing tears of joy and laughter she/he did what?! but perhaps realistically more dropped jaws of awe and shock she/he did what?! . So I'm toying of once again sharing with you strangers out there the reality of my fucked up dating life. 

For all of you that happen to stumble upon this that your poor friends forced you to read, you'll need a little history. I suggest browsing through a few of my previous posts on my old blogger site: http://missadventuresandmissfortunes.blogspot.ca/ I just don't have the time or energy to move my entire dating past to a new platform.