"I mean, I don't even know what to say? Why don't you call me? I don't know...it's just not going to happen. And I hate it. He's amazing..but I just don't think it's the right time or place." I complained to Grace over IM.
"I think I'm going to take 6 months off from dating. Seriously."
"You can do it!" Grace responds. "Unless you get swept off your feet. And then you'll be married not dating."
"Maybe it will be a writing project," I continued.
"6 months of single."
"Singledom is for the birds," Grace continues. "Singledom sucks, you know it's true,"
"I hate it" I reply.
"It blows. BLOWWWWWWWWWWWS." Grace confirms.
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But maybe that's excatly why I need it.
I am not going to get laid for 6 months.
I've done it before. Not often. But it's possible.
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How does one start this process? By purging the iPhone of all single male contacts? By initiating rules about responses and alcohol consumption?
I have to think of these things.
Responses to dinner invites. Pat answers for lunch and coffee outings.
It's not that I don't have enough to do - my days are filled with work, toddlers, dogs, houses, laundry, running.
It's the night train that comes creeping...comes calling like a siren, beckoning to flirt and text and call...
I'm not exactly sure why I juggle these people, situations, dates, texts...but I think being without them for 6 months will certainly show me something about myself.
6 months is 180 days...
6 months is July 16th...
Let's see what happens when left to my own devices.
