I had a long discussion with a friend earlier this evening regarding dating.
And I realized…for the first time in a while, I’m pretty comfortable with the fact that I’m not.
Maybe it’s because my life is in such flux right now. I don’t know. But I’m actually pretty happy to be single. I really don’t think I could be a very good boyfriend at this point.
(Funny thing…I originally typed “goyfriend” up there…I can tell you, definitely, I would be a bad goyfriend. The whole Jewish thing kind of knocks me out of that position.)
I mean, I’ve known, rationally, for a while that being single is better for me now. However, rational knowledge and emotional comfort are two different things.
It was interesting – in this conversation, I jokingly mentioned that I should date a vegetarian (because it would make me eat more healthy; I know this is fallacious, but it was for the purposes of humor), and my friend asked me why I didn’t date a girl who we will call “Jane” (just to piss off Nando).
“What about Jane?” my friend asked. “She’s a veggie. And cute. And nice. And Jewish.”
I explained to my friend that while I thought “Jane” was indeed all of those things (although the first and last thing aren’t really open for debate), I certainly wasn’t going to pursue anything with her. Number one on the list is the fact that “Jane” is not local.
Another reason is that I happen to know that “Jane” tends to go for pretty good looking guys, and my track record in that arena has been less than stellar of late.
But that’s not my point. My point is…it doesn’t matter. I’m not getting involved right now. Whereas in the past, I still wouldn’t have done anything about “Jane”, but it would have bugged me.
I really don’t know why I’m rambling about this.
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