One year. 365 days. 53 weeks.
Several template revisions, three “About Me” rewrites, many lessons learned.
118 posts. 1,071 comments. Thousands of Spam messages.
Encounters with an estimated 26 men. Total of 26 disappointments with men.
Countless expletives. Many headaches. Several arguments. One heartache.
Happy Blogoversary My Dating Hangovers!
I’m not quite sure how to feel knowing an entire year has passed since I first entered the world of blogging. Although I started this as a hobby of sorts, to get my feet wet in the realm of online journaling, at times I wondered if I kept knocking down the different men I had encountered to give me a reason to continue writing.
I also wondered if I may have jinxed what I thought could be the end of my dating hangovers by continuing to chronicle what was happening in my relationship with Rescue. That only stayed in my mind for a moment as I realized it was the person and not the blogging which puts me in the position I am in today.
Unknown relationship Single status.
Here’s an excerpt from my first post a year ago, November 17, 2010:
I’m single, AGAIN, as of Friday, September 10, 2010, slightly overcast, sharing my latest tales with a dear friend, after dumping the one known as Full Metal Jacket via cell phone at, 7:32pm (not that I can remember or anything). But don’t worry; this will not be the type of blog that is filled with sob stories and “why me” questions, unrealistic dreams and expectations or any of that fluff stuff. Just real stories about my experiences and how I moved on from the hangovers which will either make you chuckle, appreciate, or HATE the art of dating.
Emotionally challenged, impotent, stalkers, bipolar, adulterers, fiscally handicapped, imposters, cheaters, alcoholic, obsessive, ADHD, porn-addicted, face-licking, cyber-cheaters, down low, and grammatically challenged men have truly been a lot to stomach.
I’m considering this blog a means of therapy as I rid myself of the toxins of the past creating my own hangover remedies, one post at a time. On to the next!
I just realized that the way that introduction was written, it didn’t sound as if I had any intentions on finding the RIGHT ONE, instead I simply said “on to the next” and that is exactly what I got. The next hangover. Over and over and over again.
The past year has been filled with a lot of strange experiences and moments, and although I’m one week fresh off of hearing what sounded like a statement for re-election (you know – say everything the people want to hear), I can’t say that I haven’t had times I enjoyed the company I was in and the love in my heart from reconnecting with my past.
But hey– that type of tone isn’t the purpose of an anniversary now is it? Nope, not at all. Instead, it’s a celebration and a trip down memory lane so for your viewing pleasure (especially to the newer stalkers readers) a timeline and trip through My Dating Hangovers (November 2010 – November 2011):
Okay, so I didn’t exactly take the time to figure out how to PROPERLY insert the time line but you get the picture!
In addition to having chuckled, snorted and laughing out loud reviewing the timeline, I figured I’d pick out my favorite posts or topics:
Top 5 Favorite Posts
– Until Something Better Comes Along
– Choosing a Life Partner
– The Dating Resume
– Dating the Single Parent
– Never Date a Religious Hypocrite
Top 5 Men I Wish I Never Met
– Sybil’s Brother
– Ghetto 2Pac
– Good on Paper
– Full Metal Jacket
– Tupperware Man (don’t ask – I totally forgot about him but trust, he’s nuts!)
Top 5 Moments to Remember
– Prince concert w/Rescue
– First date with Tall Glass of Wine
– First date with USBC
– Bedroom encounter w/Black Russian
And finally – two mini statements from the two men whose company I truly enjoyed and had figured out one of the small secrets to my happiness was laughter:
Tall Glass of Wine:
How often is it that you can meet someone who is able to carry on great
conversation, knows how to behave at the dinner table, can get down on the
dance floor, knows how to hold their liquor AND also loves Prince?
And of course…
Rescue makes me happy, makes me laugh, understands me, is affectionate, a great lover, communicates with me, shares his dreams, likes Prince, accepts me and all my flaws, understands my love of a wig collection, and above all – is my friend.
So what’s next?
I haven’t a clue but I DO know I would much rather have a blog titled “Let’s Stay Together”.
Searching for the cure…