The American Heritage Dictionary defines Dating to be :An engagement to go out socially with a member of the opposite sex. That is a very dull and fairly predictable way to describe an act that My Best friend Liz and I have found to be anything but. In our various endeavors of dabbling in dating/mating we have met our fair share (and quite possibly many other women’s share) of losers in our interesting if not always colorful lives.
I could try to recount them all by name ,but to be honest I would probably have a much better chance of remembering their nicknames. Let’s see on my track record there was : ‘Emotionally Unavailable Guy’ ( He broke up with me via scribbled message on a napkin. Classy.) ’ Mr. Too Cute and all Trouble’ (Took a retraining order and pepper spray to get rid of him) ‘He who shall remain nameless’ (A drunken one night stand that I‘d like to never relive. Thank you very much)
And of course the last but certainly not least offensive in the line of disastrous close encounters of the worst kind ‘The Music Man’ AKA William Darden. To say that we had an unhealthy relationship would be like referring to the Titanic as that little ship wreak. Billy was the first boy I ever kissed and for the longest time I had hoped that he would be my first, my last, and my only. Call me a hopeless romantic but I truly believed that the butterflies would never steer me wrong. That was before I realized that my stomach may not be the best judge of character.
Although it took me awhile (2 Years 7 Weeks and 3 Days to be exact) to figure out that the shaggy haired musician and I simply weren’t meant to be I still feel like maybe it wasn’t just wasted time. Perhaps learning to love and let go of my first real boyfriend was just practice for something great to come. Who knows? There could still be an epic love in my future or at the very least a sweet guy with sexy smile who knows better than to leave the toilet seat up.
