Let’s just think this through, shall we?

Recently some ladies tried to encourage me to start blog about my ongoing series of bad first dates from OkCupid (which I had abandoned for a bit but am looking to pick back up because I do find it quite amusing). I mentioned it to said ladies because the dates are so impressively bad that they could make a future book or, at the very least, a highly welcome distraction from nights of sitting at home alone drinking bottles of wine, which is only giving me wrinkles and I guess liver damage but that’s such an untoward subject.

I am inclined to absolutely NOT blog about this topic (dating, but really liver damage too). Several reasons:

a) dating blogs are so passe and I am not “a Carrie”

b) the only reason you want to read my non-existant dating blog is because you aren’t dating yourself/are married and want to be voyeuristic — you can do this if I make it a funny book later just as well

c) anything married ladies in your age group try to encourage you to do because it “sounds so interesting” is just going to come back to bite you in the ass — proven fact

I do appreciate your consideration and if you buy me a glass of wine at lunch I’ll trade you a disaster story for it.

Song courtesy of The Virgins — appropriately “Private Affair”