Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I owe you an explanation. My lack of quality posts (or even crappy posts for that matter), especially over the last six months, is due completely to the fact that I thought I was finally doing things right in the real world. I've now spent most of my thirtieth year on this planet doing the detailed and dangerous dance between being candid and risky, reserved and patient, honest and considerate, and hopeful and trusting. And none of it worked. I thought maybe, just maybe, I had finally gotten it down pat. I was forthright with my feelings and spent a long time hopeful that the lack of a rejection from someone I thought would be considerate enough to give it without delay meant my actions were worthwhile and potentially encouraged. I did everything I thought I needed to do to naturally move into something fantastic... and ended up with quite the reverse of that. I tried diligently to prove that I was willing to at least try. But, he was not. And that is that.
Mostly, I'm disappointed in myself. I should have seen it coming. Inside Petty Melanie hopes that I'm his "one that got away." Time will tell, I guess. But, sitting here today, the only part of that statement that is reality is "away." So, moving on is not an option, it's a must. I've spent too much of my life watching days, weeks, months, years fly by pining away for someone who didn't give me a second thought. So, the lesson I'm learning from this disappointment is that, although I did much better this time of not assuming that someone knew how I felt about them and being candid with my emotions and expectations in my own defense, I have to stop being the pursuer. I've said it countless times, but I have to stick to it. I spent six months doing most of the work sustaining our friendship/low-grade-courtship and that should have been a giant red flag. I'm going to write this next statement on my mirror and repeat it to myself daily:
If someone isn't willing to do whatever it takes to spend time with me in whatever form he can get it, he is not worth it. Not worth my time, my tears, my talents, my joy or my glowing personality.
Because I think I'm pretty awesome. I'd want to spend time with me all the time. Well, most of the time. I'm not perfect around the clock. You should see me when I first wake up... whew. Hot, aggravated, moody mess. Moving on...
So, my hopefully still interested readers, I'm back on the market. In hot and heavy pursuit of The One. I'm done with Time Wasters, Space Fillers, Dinner Buyers, Stand-by Dates, and Male Friends Who I Really Want to Date (dear God, I have had plenty of that, thank you). I have two months and ten days until my 31st birthday and have no yet succeeded in my New Year's Resolution. And I'm getting sexier by the day (his even-bigger loss... read more about my journey to sexiness on my new blog, "Breaking Up with the Couch."). I need your help. A coworker jokingly suggested that I try matchmaking at a local company here in Atlanta. Anyone ever tried one of those? I must confess, I immediately mentally jump to "The Millionaire Matchmaker" and it makes me feel nauseous. I loath that woman. But the ladies on this sight at least know the correct way to apply eyeshadow, which is a major component of successful dating, in my opinion. Check them out here. Or... brace for it. I've been seriously considering rejoining (gasp) eHarmony.
So, do I jump back in to online dating, give the matchmaking thing a shot or hope that one of you know an amazing, eligible bachelor in the Atlanta area (or elsewhere) that doesn't think OTP is long distance (blatant Atlanta reference... "outside the perimeter" is often considered "no man's land.")? I'm bound and determined to go on that real date before my birthday. Help.