Beige

I went to coffee. It was uneventful. He was nice, but pretty white bread for my taste. There wasn't much there, just beige, boring, plain, no sparkle. It wasn't awful, but my mind felt a little numb afterwards.

Well, until I returned home.

At home I learned that a water pipe in my basement had frozen and cracked and in the warmer weather had turned my basement into a puddle. I returned home to find my brother trying to dam the water away from the carpeted area of the basement.

Naturally, I started freaking out and waving my arms around, screeching (which is always the best response in such a crisis). "It's fine. I already called dad, shut off the water and it's almost cleaned up" was his response.

Ugh, maybe this is a warning from the dating gods. Tonight I am supposed to have coffee with another guy, so if the roof caves in, I guess we'll know if Sunday was a freak accident or a message from above.

The truth is, I'm not really even interested in dating. My life is awesome, and I'm not in a rush to change that. I am completely fulfilled by my family and friends, my job, my fat bulldog, and I don't feel lonely at all. I have accomplished many life goals and continue to do so. I don't have a strong desire to get married or reproduce, and I am not patient enough (or desperate enough) to deal with any kind of drama that comes from boy meets girl interaction. But somehow, I feel stress over the idea that I should want to date. However, in two years of not dating, I managed to travel, volunteer, buy a house, land my dream job (and then get promoted to my dream dream job), develop true self confidence and find inner peace. What I should be doing is taking two more years off to conquer the world (or whatever else comes up).

Anyway, I've decided to meet at least 5 guys before I give up and dedicate my life to my bulldog. I'll keep you posted...