It only took two posts in for me to realize this chronicling of my online dating adventures may not be as entertaining as I once thought it was.
Don’t get me wrong – I still giggle when I think of how I stopped dating someone for his gawd-awful pronunciation of aficionado (I know my story of his being “an aff-eh-KON-dee-oh” has ruined the word for at least a few friends), and while death is very seldom funny, getting mad at your boyfriend of three months because he suddenly stopped responding to your calls and texts for two weeks – and then feeling like a heel when you’re attending his funeral a week later – is a storyline that might have made for some good “The Mindy Project” fodder.
Those who know me best understand the struggle I’ve faced, sharing conversations like this:
Some have even offered help in finding “just the right guy,” like sending me profiles like this one:
So while I still rock the never-ending “you won’t believe THIS” dating stories, I’ll just share them little by little as they’re relevant – and welcome these “helpful tips” from friends.
Pour Me Some Whine 