duh! not date for one year

So, this week i was on my way to class and was stopped at an intersection by a red light. i was the first car at the light. i look over to my left and see a group of shirtless, glistening men running. they were of various ages but all stunningly gorgeous. i was a freaking disaster because there was absolutely no way i could watch them nonchalantly. it was all about the shameless ogle. i was the wolf on the loony toons whose eyes boing out of his head. i dove for my purse in the passenger seat so that i could at least maintain some dignity, muttering to myself the whole time about what a retard i was. as they ran away i happily stared after them.

the guy in the car next to me watched this whole thing. i was ashamed. heh.

not dating has turned me into a spaz. well at least more spazy than usual.

i forgot to add this to my list. I am 21 weeks into this. so only 31 to go. (i have the weeks counting down on the calendar in my blackberry. yes, i am such a dork.) i still can’t understand why the magic 8 ball keeps suggesting that i get married, when it is so counterintuitive to this goal. . .of course, my goal says nothing about not marrying for a year. hmmm. heh.

so, why do this? well, i am working on some personal issues and figured it would be easier to do so without dating, plus, i was quite an equal opportunity dater. i would date without discrimination. i am more picky about the toilet paper i use than the people i date. Not to diminish some of them, i really lucked into some great guys, but they just didn’t fit with me. also i was kinda a mess and therefore unable to really make any relationship work. so yeah. no dating. maybe then i can be a better significant other.