As much as I love Wine Guy and all the fodder he has given me for this blog, I have to admit that his arrival on the scene just two months after it first launched (Feb. 2007) took me (and you guys) down an entirely different - and perhaps less entertaining- path than I had intended.
I wanted to tell stories. Funny ones. Pathetic ones. Unbelievable ones. And all true ones. Basically the stories about dating that make it all sometimes feel like an excruciating war that, if you survive with your dignity intact (let alone with a significant other), you feel like you deserve a medal, a statue, and an annual reunion with your fellow war buddies. Instead, what you ended up getting with this blog was a bunch of neurotic relationship-building blather.
Well, I'm done with that --at least until something major happens with us. In the meantime, I don't think you want to hear about how Wine Guy and I split up the house cleaning chores or that WG's farts are growing more frequent, louder, and more entertaining - to him.
Instead, I'm going to tap into the extensive reservoir of dating stories I never got to tell you. The ones that formed my perspective and the ones, frankly, I think you might actually want to read.
If it has to do with a boy that caught my eye, it's fair game. and trust me, I have stories that go back to kindergarten. Hopefully this will keep you interested, entertained and - most importantly - feeling like you're not in this alone.
It all boils down to this - I forgot this damn blog was supposed to be FUN! Not just for the readers but for me too, dammit. Bitching and moaning about whatever is bothering me that day (there's always something) and getting nasty comments about how my ovaries are drying up while I waste time being with the man I love (who hasn't proposed yet)....NOT FUN.
Since I'm on medical leave and have NOTHING to do all day, I hope to post more frequently. That's my goal anyway. There's only so much knitting and TV watching a person can do in a day.
Hope you stick around for the rebirth of Dating is Warfare.