It’s hard to put into words the impact that this person I met…this person who found out about my blog, but who loves me anyway has had on my life.
Many have said, ‘I told you so’ and many think they’ve proved me wrong.
Oh look….the girl who owns iquitdating.com fell in love!
But with all that self-righteousness, I have to ask – Would I have arrived at this place without this blog serving as my own self-prescribed therapy? Would I have met this person had I not quit dating for while?
I don’t think I would have which is why I think there’s still a place for this blog in my current life in hopes of maybe inspiring others (particularly those over 30) to pull the plug on dating for awhile.
If I have any readers left, what do you think I should do with this space?
I began thinking of all the times I bonded with a stranger over varied, somewhat superficial interests. What bands we liked, what our favorite foods were, what we liked to do in our spare time. We’d talk, compare notes, makes plans around our mutual interests, these interests connecting me to this person I liked in hopes that this person would then like me.
Until recently when I started asking myself, How many dates did I go on with these people before we talked about the things we not only disliked, but the things we HATED?
Did we ever?
And for the sake of this argument, if we did, was I ever confident enough to talk with conviction about what I hated even if that meant that this new person wouldn’t like me anymore?
Did I ever have the balls to say, “You know what? I F***K** HATE THAT SH*T instead of “I’d totally do that WITH YOU!”