To all my future, former, present lovers, partners, dates, and friends,
Please read the following concerning me being a dating blogger.
And to all readers and my dear audience, please read, as below are some life lessons that I do believe will apply to a breadth of situations in a relationship.
Please support me in my endeavors. My endeavors as an artist and writer. Look, I get that I’m a dating blogger. I get that I host a show once a month where I read about past relationships and friends and the in-between and maybe that’s not ideal for you as my partner/lover/ex/friend/crush. And I get that. I don’t really want to hear about how great your ex’s back side looked in those J.Crew jeans and I’m sure you don’t want to hear about mine. But it’s part of my life at this point. (See: Mad Men and Megan as an actress doing love scenes.) Get on board.
I write about other stuff too! Yep. It’s just not pertinent to the subject of this blog. If you’d like to know more about it, go ahead and ask me! But it’s personal and intimate, just like this stuff I write about on here is too.
I like sharing my stories because I believe they benefit others. To show others going through a similar situation that they are not the only ones feeling as such. Girl, it’s okay if you’re 30 and single and sleep with your two dogs and you’ve turned on and disabled your OkCupid every other day this week.
I understand it is not private. Just as Facebook, Twitter, Foursquare, Friendster (ha, j/k), my blog is very findable. So no, I don’t expect that you won’t find it if you want to. It’s not a secret. I’m sure you have many things I could find about you online, and I probably have Googled your ass by now, but please talk to me about it. I’m always thrilled to wax on about my damned self, as you probably know by now.
Have questions? Take a minute and talk to me about them. But please don’t make assumptions, judge me solely based on this fabulous/stupid blog, and pick up the damned phone and talk to me.
Know that I don’t write every single word of this right as it happens. I write frequently, and sometimes I’m not in a space to post it right away. These are stories and snippets from my dating life. If I said “yesterday, I went on a date,” sure, maybe it was yesterday, but it could have been written 8 years ago, okay, not 8 years ago, but maybe 8 weeks ago. I also like to reflect on where I was maybe 8 weeks ago and write about what happened. I’m a writer (see point above) and I like to edit and make things enjoyable so people on here don’t just read the stupid mundane details of an online diary. Ok, not everything is a masterpiece, but there is thought that goes into this, I promise.
I may talk about you, I may not. Don’t assume this makes you unimportant in my life. I protect my feelings and attempt to keep some level of intimacy and privacy. And the reverse, I may refer to you, but that doesn’t mean you have some earthshaking presence in my life. You may have when I wrote that particular piece, but don’t be all thinkin’ you’re famous because you got some stupid shout out. And if you’re talking/dating/making out with me to attempt to get on this blog, a) you’re pathetic and b) stop talking to me immediately. (Yep, it’s happened before… Hmm… multiple times.) Your band is not going to get famous because we went on three bad dates where you probably didn’t pay.
And finally, thank you. Thank you to all my future, former, and present lovers/partners/friends/dates who support me in all facets of my life, dating, writing, and otherwise. I have some particular people in mind, but I’m not going to name you (see above). If I didn’t have you, this blog, reading series, my creative outlets, and so much more, would not exist.
Thank you for listening to all of my stories, in person, on this blog, and reading. I probably owe you many hours of billable therapy. And thank you for continuing to listen and support.
So much love (except to you, d-bags exes),
P.S. This one is written in real time. 11:43 pm 4/23/13