Look, I’m not a mass-produced cheesball guy, habitually occupied by watching junk tv without a date every weekend. I’d wager people haven’t witnessed me blog about great dating and relationships. There’s a reason for that.
Dependence is a fixable trait and totally never written into my genetics. Even so, Winter of 09 was an exception, I definitely needed to put the breaks on a special relationship which meant a lot for us but essentially deadended for both of us. So one could say its been years since I dated. I’m missing the great expectations I once did.
I’m not used to being single. This much is certain, I don’t know how to stay in faithfully binging on Jack Bauer (from 24) on DVD. The real cause of this bout of weekend dating apathy? My coworkers are stiffs, and everyone else is boring.
My former golf pal, Tim, who has never had dating lameness, informed me he’s currently in a similar place. He joinedGreat Expectations Dallas. I enjoy introductions with fun ladies with similar interests. Go figure, I bit the bullet and joined.
Be honest, you wouldn’t feel down by being alone when ya haven’t picked up the phone. As my college baseball coach Jason Smith told me with a smile, “You’ll never win a race you don’t run, Jeff.”
Sheer genius, right? Even so, the man was right in a good old fashioned way. He meant well to everyone. This fun Dallas matchmaking service I joined might’ve overloaded coach’s noggin’.
Through great expectations I talked to dozens substantive and desirable ladies that meet my interest. I truthfully had a carefree night with a few indisputably well-situated men and women. I ducked out of the mixer a little early following a sweet farewell, and even came across some social networking connections for my job. I’m impressed.
Take action. You won’t go wrong if you sit the bench. Take it from me, at least have great expectations for great dating.
Live It Up!
Caleb