So eventually I’d like to start dating again. Not any time soon. I have trust issues, you see. And I’m not quite over him. But I’d like to lay the groundwork for when I am ready.
Sometimes my inner monologue gets carried away and I get caught in one of those I-will-never-ever-love-again-and-all-my-best-years-are-behind-me tangents. I realize that at age 27, this is a bit hysterical. Are many of my friends getting married or already married? Yes. Am I probably going to be the last of the bunch to do so? Yes. Statistically, am I likely to get dumped several more times for no good reason? Yes. Am I beyond hope.? Not yet.
My M.O. right now is just to meet more people, expand my social circle. No pressure. No expectations. Just good ol’ fun to keep the Crazies out. It’s hard to make new friends when you’re a grownup, especially when you have a total of two co-workers who are wonderful people, but more than a decade your senior.
So I decided to join a few Meetup.com groups centred around stuff I like to do:
- Hiking for 20-somethings
- Live music
- Foodie goodness…cooking, potlucks, dining out etc.
- Jewish activities (it doesn’t really count as something I like to do… but maybe it would be good to meet more members of the tribe so I’m not alone on holidays. At least my Bubbie (grandma) would give me break for once…)
But man are there some weird-ass groups on that Meetup site. There’s one for women whose husbands are gay. There’s another one for “steampunk” people, which explains why I sometimes see these posses around town wearing aviator goggles and top hats. There’s one about angels. Lots of new-age-y “meet your full potential” type stuff. And one for sushi, which I actually might join because sushi is delicious and if you like sushi, then clearly you’re a wonderful person.
So once again….busy busy busy…fabulous fabulous fabulous. I can’t just sit around and be bored and lonely all the time. And I just can’t handle the idea of online dating again. It’s just too fucking depressing.