I’m trying to put the events of the last few weeks out of my head. The summer is finally upon us and I have much more important things to do than to sit around feeling sorry for myself because some guy I went out with a few times did a complete 180. Plenty of fish, there’s a reason for everything, and love will find me when I least expect it. Despite the fact that I want to vomit profusely whenever I hear these expressions, they must be somewhat true since I hear them with such frequency.
But I still had a hard time writing a post for this week. I haven’t yet heard from the trainer and I can’t seem to shake Caleb. Not gonna’ lie: I’m bummed. I have a hard time meeting someone I feel a connection with and I tend to get excited when it does happen. And though I wasn’t really expecting a phone call from the trainer, I’m a little sick of guys asking for numbers without the intention of using them. Why bother?
On Friday night I met up with some friends after work for some cocktails at the Breslin (my new favorite spot, even though it desperately needs a happy hour) to celebrate a recent engagement. On Father’s Day, one of my friends went up in a helicopter with her boyfriend and he got down on one knee as they flew over Central Park. I don’t think it gets much more romantic than that. That evening, I took a train out to Long Island to attend my college friend’s fiancé’s bachelorette party. We took a party bus to some wine tastings, had a delicious lunch while we listened to some local live music, and hung out by the beautiful hotel pool. It was just what the doctor ordered.
Saturday night a few of us sat around the pool dishing on love and relationships and three of the four married girls confessed to meeting their husbands online. JDate. Match. Eharmony. It was oddly reassuring to hear some success stories but it made me wonder if I’m in the right headspace right now to attract a man. I work, blog, network, socialize, party, go Phishing, take yoga, and can’t remember the last time I came home to lounge on the couch for an evening. Where would I fit a boyfriend in?
I’ve also been increasingly paranoid that I’m not putting my best foot forward on dates. This blog has opened so many doors to me in the past year, but I’m not comfortable discussing this new passion of mine so early on and I wonder what kind of impression I’m making. If there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s for this blog to interfere with my love life.
One of my friends (shout-out to the lovely Nicole) told me that maybe it’s time I step back, breathe, and reevaluate. And I think she might be right. A weekend of Phish is just ahead and I need to stop worrying and just let my hair down for a bit. I’m going to do some soul-searching and will hopefully catch you when I’m in a better frame of mind.
Wishing you all the best for a happy and healthy July 4th weekend. Namaste.