It’s no secret that I am not a fan of dating. It’s not that I am opposed to dating. It’s the rituals of dating that I find frustrating. I believe dating is a dance choreographed by either a mad genius or someone with little-to-no depth perception. Often times I describe dating as a peacock mating dance. (Male peacocks have vibrant tail feathers and proudly display their plumage – strutting around and even “shaking their tail feathers” when fancying a female.) Perhaps it is simply a tornado of random events throwing people together and letting the pieces fall where they will.
Some elements of the dating dance are fun – the excitement of realizing you like the other person, the excitement of realizing they like you, the first kiss. Then there’s the anxiety and awkward moments compiled with the social expectations – especially around the holidays, Valentine’s Day and anniversaries.
Now take my already profound belief dating is arcane, yet necessary, with having recently entered the dating scene after a prolonged absence. The result is similar to a kindergarten finger painting assignment where all the primary colors are mixed together creating a muddy mess of goo. (Yes, I said “goo”.) This would accurately describe my level of dating proficiency.
I don’t know if I dove into dating – I think I belly flopped.
My dating adventure, which I refer to as Tornado Dating, has been interesting with some good great dates and some not-great dates. I plan to take you along on my adventure and hope you enjoy the ride.
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