I knew that from my own experiences, but a recent Jeff Probst Show repeat drove the point home.
Jeff had chef and TV personality Devin Alexander on the show to test the skills and approaches of three different matchmakers. Devin is beautiful, successful, apparently personable, 41 years old and apparently needs help in the dating and relationship department.
I can relate.*
*Note: I am not calling myself beautiful, successful, personable or 41, only likening myself to her in the SEND HELP sense.
One matchmaker set her up with a 29 year old man (!) who works in the spirits industry. Career-wise, it’s perfectly legitimate but what 41 year old relationship-seeking woman is going to be psyched to date someone whose job essentially requires him to be out most nights?
There’s also a big difference between 29 and 41 for most people – not all – with regard to life experiences.
Another matchmaker brought in an attractive man who appeared to have a nice demeanor, almost a little shy. I believe he was a tech entrepreneur. He was also 34 years old and lived in Buffalo. Yes, Buffalo.
Is that where the eligible men are hiding? If so, guess I’ll be staying single.
This New Year’s Eve I thought about staying home. At 8:30, I rallied with encouragement from @eorlins–and a virtual shove out the door by my neighbors’ loud gathering–and had a great time.
Note to self: you should rally more often. You have fun when you do.
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On January 1 I got news that would have crushed me just two years ago: the man with whom I had my most significant romantic relationship so far is getting married this coming May.
What a relief that all I feel is glad that he’s happy. With perhaps a dash of “that’s weird.”
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Later on January 1, I had a terrific brunch with @JulieRoginsky and then with no warning at all, I had the greatest workout I’ve experienced in ages. Total accident. Through it, I might have found myself a personal trainer in spite of not making any fitness-oriented New Year’s resolutions.
Or any resolutions at all.
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My only hope for 2013 is to be happy. To continue being happy really, because I am most of the time. I wish the same for all of you too.
Usually that’s A-OK with me. I have total freedom and flexibility. Nobody to negotiate with – or fight with. No one looking at my computer’s browser history or mocking my Twilight fangirling. No dude questioning the amount of money I spend on dining in restaurants with my friends or dragging me to action movies I don’t want to see.
Although…as my ex-bf used to say, “how ’bout some sex?” And I could use some hugs, kisses and free back rubs too.