Santa aside, being my own little reindeer.

So, still no news on the Santa front, still the current POI, but who knows. I'm stuck in the "do I call or do I wait" doldrums on that one. He doesn't follow the rules...ba humbug!

But I just finished a wonderful book called "Single" by Judy Ford. I know it was a really good book because the pages are fluffy and wrinkled from me repeatedly dropping it in the bathtub. I also just had a fabulous conversation with my friend Jacob while we were climbing things. Several things have become blatantly clear from reading the book and my musings with Jacob. #1. Handstands are easier if you have big hands (okay, Judy had nothing to do with that one). #2. Being on your own makes others uncomfortable, regardless of ones own comfort with ones situation. #3. It's work at first to find that comfort and its work to maintain that feeling once you find it. That feeling is often felt in ecstatic bursts followed by spectacular crashes. #4. It's of the most importance to do what gives you an inner joy, but to remember that sometimes you do actually need to socialize. At least enough to appreciate what you really like to do by contrast. #5. You can keep your sake warm in the bathtub with you by attaching a little life ring around the neck of the sake bottle and floating it in the tub with you.

I'm sure I've learned more, but it's time for another bath...

Santa...what do I want?

So, this blog is turning into a Quentin Tarantino screenplay, I'll continue to fill in my experiences of the last six months, but need to turn my attention to matters at hand. Kind of a flashback/flashforward scenario. So I feel the need to write of the current situation...the Samish Santa.

Santa is the current crush. I hate that word so I'll use person of interest (POI). He earned this nickname a couple of months ago after our first evening together, a delightful night of sushi, saki, and conversation during which I could hardly keep my head up it was so full of snot. Dayquil, baby. The name Santa came to me because of a twinkly blue eye thing he had going on. He is completely approachable yet distant or possibly distracted, funny, well read and traveled, and has a side to him that suggests great depth and spirituality. He also can do a pretty obnoxious and spot on Sham-WOW impression.

Santa pursued getting acquainted with me after seeing me perform dangling many feet in the air from a crane. Since then, communication has been spotty at best due to travel partly, but partly something else...flakiness? other girlies? lack of interest? I don't know!

What causes someone to engage in a flurry of texting and then... nothing? Since meeting in September, SEPTEMBER mind you, we've hung out all of thrice. He's just not that in to me? Possibly. Busy? Also possible, lots of travel has occurred during this time frame. After traveling out of the country, Santa immediately contacted me when his sleigh landed stateside. This indicates interest yes? What about beautiful gifts but no follow-up communication? It has been a long time since I've really had a POI, I forgot how mentally exhausting this can be.

It all started in May...

So after spending a few months in the company of a very nice gentleman (no sparks: bummer) from the far away land of Spokane, I decided that I had sheltered myself long enough. Enough experimental quasi relationship time with friends I thought I'd try on as mate substitutes. Time for uncharted territory...the setup.
Setup #1
OCD Tri-geek. Sounds harsh? nope. Tri-athletes have been self-titled as such due to the obsession with gear, training logs, and the comparison of gear and training logs with other T.G.'s OCD T.G. was special. Someone I'd met before my ex-husband. Cute, quirky, and talkative, my kind of guy. I love it when I can be the listener primarily. The BFF helped set it up. She connected us via Facebook, and eventually he asked me out. Our first outing consisted of searching Pandora for a punk rock station on my computer, drinking some kind of malt liquor beverage in a can that tasted like the combination of cough syrup and crystal geyser, and hanging out at the horseshoe eating fried foods and bemoaning the inevitable fat deposits developing on various parts of our bodies. Later engagements centered around the couch, movies, and things involving couches, movies, and cheap beer. yep. As fascinating as this individual was, he found me to be just another crazy girl and he needed more beauty sleep. Huh. Rejection. It had been a long time. The given reason for the dump was that apparently I was a commitment kind of girl and he was choosing the life of perpetual bachelorhood. 6 month update? He just got married to a Betty Page Barbie doll with a metacarpal crushing handshake last week.

Inaugural Address

Hi All and Welcome.

This is a blog to document my life as a single woman dating in the doldrums. The doldrums you ask? The doldrums technically refers to a windless sea, when your sails aren't marshmallowy fluffed by a breeze sending you on your way. I use the term "the doldrums" to refer to the period of time when your first major love has ended, you are engulfed in work, you've realized that all that hangs in bar are bar flies stuck to the fly paper of cheap liquor and cheaper conversation, you are young enough to kick it up but smart enough not to get caught (too often), you are old enough that being carded is considered a compliment, and there are no, I repeat NO, single men crossing your path within a decade of your age.
I am 29, self-employed, divorced a year, and I think I'm pretty okay. Not movie star fabulous, but you know, a catch in my own right. This last summer I decided to give dating a real go. I've been really putting myself out there! So, I shall catch you all up briefly on my progress over the last 6 months.