Here’s the thing. I am tired of being single. This isn’t anything new, I’ve been sick of it for quite some time. For some reason or another though, I didn’t know what to do about it until rather recently. But I think I’m getting ahead of myself a bit. Let me back up.

I used to have no trouble meeting people. In my Cleveland (TN) days there seemed to be a steady stream of girls I was interested in and no shortage of those who had an interest in me as well. I even dated a few of them. Things were great. In the immortal words of Breakfast with Amy; “Everything was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt.”

(I am no doubt oversimplifying. There was plenty of pain as well. But we’re going to cover a lot of the specifics in later posts so just deal with it. I’m trying to paint a freakin’ pretty picture here if you don’t mind.)

So what happened? I’m going to oversimplify again for the sake of brevity as I’ve yet to get around to this post’s topic. Through a series of rather hurtful events with girls I thought I would spend the rest of my life with I became a bit bitter. Oops, I oversimplified again. I was pissed at the female gender, all of it, everyone from Eve to my own mom.

Now a few months ago I started talking to this girl I used to work with. It started with email and things went well. We decided to get together and things went really well. So here’s the point. I’d actually forgotten how much I enjoyed going out with someone. The memories of that feeling you get when you learn something new and exciting about that person your interested in had long left me, they’d been covered by all the bad endings.

While we were eating dinner the conversation was relaxed and easy, flowing from topic to topic and always interesting. No matter how much I learned, I had a hunger for more knowledge of this lovely girl who’d for some reason agreed to go out with grumpy old me.

I don’t think I’m making myself clear. Maybe this will help. I had feelings of nostalgia for the evening an hour into it.

And so the first date led to a second and a third and now We’ll have to see what happens next. Right now we’re ‘friends’.

To be honest I really don’t know how I feel about things anyway. It’s not that I don’t like her cause I really, really do. She’s funny, smart and gets me. She’s got a good soul, a good heart. She’s beautiful, exactly my type physically.

Then there are the things that send up the warning signs. She’s really over-committed a couple of jobs, volunteer work, the community, motherhood And then there are the personal issues that are hers to bear for a season.

I started this post by saying I was tired of being single. I’m twenty-nine years old and I am tired of eating alone, I am tired of showing up solo and I am tired of sleeping in a cold bed.

So here’s what I’m doing. I’m going to post a series of blogs that really lay my cards out on the table. Hopefully someone I know will read it and will think, “Hey! You know who’d be perfect for ‘Chuck’?” It’s a long shot and an excuse to practice some self-indulgence for a bit.

And if you read this and you don’t know me, but you’d like to, feel free to message me or leave a comment. Whatever.

So, watch for more posts. They’ll come.