This morning I put out a twitter question asking what I should blog about today. I’ve been stumped the last few days and really needed some inspiration. Plus I needed posts that didn’t require pictures because I broke my camera (no clue how) and me and the iPhone have been battling it out lately over lighting issues.
Anyway, I got lots of good topic suggestions, but the one I picked came from my bloggy friend, Reese, who suggested, among several other things, that I post about my current love life.
You know, that one thing that’s in my blog title that I never actually write about? Yeah, that.
This is a topic I vehemently avoid talking or blogging about. Not because I don’t think about ALL.THE.FREAKING.TIME., but because, at the end of the day, I don’t ever have anything to say about love.
You see, much like Iris in The Holiday (one of the best sappy movies ever made), I am an expert in unrequited love. There is always some boy I’m mooning over who just never feels quite the same way. He either doesn’t know I exist (hello high school), thinks I’m a little precocious and too nerdy (um all the time), or chooses to send cryptic texts, have long conversations via chat, and tells me about a song that he really likes that just happens to be about a librarian without any other details (why no this didn’t just happen).
Ever since things ended with The Marine, my love life has been pretty much non-existent. I turned down a date with a new resident at work because I just really had no interest in him (it didn’t have anything to do with how uncomfortable his extra tight trousers made me feel). But other than that, things have been very quiet.
Sometimes it gets very frustrating and I really do hate being the third (or fifth) wheel, but with nothing on the horizon there isn’t much I can do. I enjoy my life, my house, and my cat, I meet new people when I can, and I focus on not unleashing my social awkwardness on the general public.
This is actually a really good time for me to be single, because although my aloneness goes hand-in-hand with my depression, I’m not sure anyone, or at least someone new, could deal with my random weeping, bouts of OCD, and my overall anxiety about work, the blog, all the weddings, and if the cat is going to smother me in my sleep.
So that’s what’s going on in my love life right now. A big fat zero. How are my other single ladies doing these days?