perpetually. sucking. at. dating.

perpetually. sucking. at. dating.

some people paint. some write music. some are able to change the world through financing. i dont know. people have their skills. my skill set centers around picking the most damaged souls and thinking- "hey! he seems grrrreat! (and yes, that should be read as if tony the tiger just made a cameo) why don't i date him??"

for starters...

just so everyone knows. i'm fairly normal. and by normal i mean not bipolar. i think anyone "not bipolar" qualifies as normal. normal with a whole bag of quirks.

and i perpetually suck at dating. and i've finally decided to start blogging about this. mainly for myself. if anyone needs a good chortle, then i hope they cyber-stumble upon one of these entries. and oh, with my track record, there will be many to choose from. but i thought it was high tide (is that the old adage? "high tide?") that i start chronicling my misadventures so that i can step out of myself and try to figure out a few things. why i do what i do. why i pick who i pick. and i type faster than i write, so i knew that if i started one of these things than i would be able to get a real and uncensored stream of consciousness going.

i've realized that i'm in my own head a lot, uncommonly self-aware, and that i over-think and over-analyze far too much. but i'm a big believer in the notion that we are doomed to repeat our mistakes if we dont take the time to stop, recognize them, and try to change/rectify them or find that root of them. so maybe having them here will hold me accountable to my actions and inactions in a different way.

and another thing. for the large part, most of my posts will be funny. just like my dating life. they will all be bare-boned, and sometimes disturbingly, honest. of course, i'll change names, but i wont really deviate from the truth. and there will be sadness. but waaaaay more funny.

and sometimes, i really believe its nice to come across someone else's life and think one of two things: A. mine does not suck. OR.... B. i get it.

or maybe i'm in the dating trenches by myself, in which case my life makes for good reading.