ode to both sides of my bed

today's blog post coming atchya with a side of bacon

i have decided i should start dating again.

i like how i say that like i made a conscious effort to not date. like opportunities presented themselves, and i was like 'naw, i'm cool.'

i have been single for pretty much 6 months now. albeit i was still accidentally sleeping with MM until 2 months ago, but its about time i stop pretending like i just got dumped and start acting like i'm ready to have my heart broken again.

i am not desperate for a relationship. i'm not on the prowl. i don't get all dressed up to go out hoping tonight will be the night i meet 'mr. right now'. i can barely convince myself to go out at all. i enjoy my free time. almost to an extent that is worrying. sometimes i go out just so i can come home an re-appreciate the quiet.

other reasons i enjoy being a party of one:

1. i have become fond of both sides of my bed, and now cherish each for there separate purposes: the right side for when i want to take sleeping very seriously; the left for early morning napping, dozing and reading.

3. i don't have to consider someone else's feelings before i change the channel on tv.

4. i don't have to make up excuses as to why i don't want to hang out with my friends in a way that doesn't make them think i'm becoming 'one of those girls' who abandons all their friendships immediately following the first date. (instead i have to make up excuses as to why i don't want to hang out with my friends so they don't think i've become a recluse. oh, but i have.)

5. i don't have to feel bad about expelling all of the deepest and darkest and most embarrassing parts of our relationship in my weblog to people all over the internets.

6. no one is a better driver than me.

7. it is perfectly acceptable for me to go to concerts and let strangers man-handle me (or lovingly stroke my hair)

8. i can donate the portion of my disposable income that was set aside for razors, shaving cream, waxing, etc. to all of my new hobbies (ie. the ridiculously expensive road bike i am about to buy)

9. if i feel like eating nothing but brussel sprouts for a full week straight, well by god i'm going to do it.

10. lady gaga 'just dance' is my new favorite song and i am going to play it on repeat for at least 2 car rides a day. if i trade it off with anything, it would be 'poker face.'


this song is what 'genie in a bottle' always hoped it could be

11. also, i won't have to avoid any of the songs i love right now later because they 'remind me of him' or 'that one time in the car when we drove to target so i could pick up the new Orla Keily plates but then we ended up getting a bagless vacuum for him instead.'

12. i can get have legit bangs. and even if i don't like them, and no one else really does either, other people will say they do, but no one will see what they really look like in the morning before 15 minutes with a flat iron and an exercise in patience.

13. the fact that i didn't have toilet paper (or kleneex) at my house for 3 full days is something that only bothers me. yes, i had to make the tough decision as to whether or not it was worth the risk of clogging my pipes and using paper towels or holding it until i got to the office, but at least no one else had to know about it.

14. i can spend a whole night recording my voice in Garage Band over 'instrumental' versions of my favorite songs, and then craigslist 'female vocalist wanted' like i have potential.

15. i have made it 6 months (or 2, depending on whether you go by metric or imperial) and i have neither shriveled up nor died of loneliness. if i have done it once, i can do it again, dammit. and that's something very few women in my family can say.

there were times back when i was making new years resolutions (which never happened, bee tee dub), that i said i would resolve to be single for all of 2009. turns out, however, that i am a girl that believes in fate. that people are brought together for a reason. and eventually that reason is for keeps. and who i am i to put on my hater blockers to fate?

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in other news, my married-guy-friend at work is trying to set me up with one of his good friends. he's at least 10 years older than me. obviously, i'm interested.