Confessions of a Single Guy

I was a lousy single guy.

It's tough to admit this to myself: all my Blender-inspired visions of myself as "Mr. Romance" came to naught during my last stretch of singlehood.


Chameleon, by Maynard Ferguson
Click for Ordering from Cheap-CDs.com 		It wasn't the purest stretch of aloneness, being mixed with interludes of semi-rekindled former romance. But once I was over that, determined to make my way past all those old hang-ups, potential romantic interests just weren't pounding at my door. I had one and a half dates the entire time. (the half date being a kind of introductory double date that led to the other date.) And I found out afterwards that the person I went out with didn't consider either of those a date. I'm not sure what to think of it, then. (All I can say is why would I have subjected her to the over-the-top trumpet jazz glitz of 70s great Maynard Ferguson live without romantic intent? Some people.)

And then, how do I find my way into romantic bliss? With an old drinking-and-cards buddy. Is that cheating? Am I less of a person for not struggling further through that barren desert of singleness? Should I have waited until my dating experience was less pale and anemic? Did I miss something by not going through the typical early days of anxious mystery and wondering? Should I have reconciled myself with being single and only then sought romance?

Who cares! I'm as happy as a hungry mouse in the biggest piece of cheese ever. And that, my friends, can be one of the best feeling parts of the time of being single- finding it's end.


The Swiss Cheese of Love
But, single or attached, you probably knew that already.

Ahem. Carry on.

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