A new year ... a new sea.

Well, I guess I didn't make good on my "one post a week" promise, did I?  I was all "Ain't nothin' gonna keep me from writing!  I'm gonna follow my passion!" ... almost two months later, here I am!

It's funny how life has a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it.  To be quite honest (and a little blunt), shit hit the fan for me in December.  I won't go into too much detail, but by the time I went home to my parents' for Christmas, I had developed a pulsating twitch in my left eye, I wasn't sleeping and I had loss my appetite.  Now folks, if there is one thing that keeps me going in this world, one thing that gets me up in the morning, one thing that stokes the fires of my passion for life ... it is food.  I live for food.  When I make plans to go see a movie with friends on the weekend, I spend the entire week daydreaming about the buttery popcorn to come.  When October 1st shows up on my calendar, I start counting the days until I can pour that thick, delicious gravy all over my turkey dinner on Thanksgiving.  When the Christmas baking season begins ... well, I don't even think it's appropriate for me to describe what happens.  What I'm getting at here is that a loss of appetite in my world equates losing my reason for being.  That's how dismal December was for me.

Never fear for I am right as rain now and back to my normal, foodie self.  I am however, on a detox that eliminates all sugar, which means I can't eat chocolate.  But I at least have a smoldering, all consuming desire to plow my face into every piece of chocolate I see.  It's all good.

Anyways, with all the stress going on I simply did not have time nor did I feel the need to date during December.  Again, no dating doesn't make for a very interesting dating blog.  That folks, is all about to change ...

I've recently made the decision to move back to Newfoundland to be closer to my family.  This has some positives and negatives when it comes to dating.  On the positive side, when I'm in Newfoundland, I am IN my element.  That whole small town, funny, girl next door part of me just comes flowing out.  It's not that I hide that part of me here in Vancouver.  I just don't ever feel quite myself like I do when I'm at home, and that brings a whole new sense of confidence and ease.  Another positive is that I like manly men.  I like men that build and fix things.  Men that can chop wood, light a fire and swing me over their shoulder all at the same time.  And I'm sorry Vancouver, but you just ain't cuttin' it in that department compared to Newfoundland.

On the negative side, Newfoundland only has 500,000 people total.  I think it's safe to assume there are roughly 250,000 men, 175,000 of which are probably relatives of mine.  Long story short, there is a much, much, MUCH smaller sea of fishies from which to choose.  That brings me to my next drawback.  The chances of me electronically "running into" guys I know are exponentially higher.  During my stay in this city of 2,000,000 + people, I somehow managed to "run into" several guys I know online and got matched with three coworkers on Eharmony.  Now that I mention it, I may be lucky to find anyone at all that I don't already know.

In any case, there is no turning back now!  As of yesterday, I have officially switched my POF city to St. John's ... yes by'!  I won't actually be there for another few weeks, but I thought I would give myself a head start :)  What wonderful dating adventures await me in my homeland?  Stay tuned to find out!

Until next time and happy fishing ;)

Back in the saddle

Let me start by saying it's been a while.  I haven't written a post in a month, and I have missed it immensely.  You're probably thinking to yourself, "Well if you missed it so much, why didn't you just write a post?"

And I say to you, good question!  Allow me to attempt an explanation.  It's been a busy fall.  You may not think it, but writing 2-3 blog posts a week takes a significant amount of time and mental energy.  My real job has kept me quite busy as of late, as well.  On top of that, every weekend since Halloween has been jam packed with social events that I just HAD to attend.  After all, a single girl can't write a blog about dating if she's at home on the couch every Friday night :)

Then, there was a thing with a guy that sidetracked me for a while.  This caused somewhat of a dilemma for me.  My blog is based on my personal experiences.  I write what I know.  I knew whatever I wrote during that time would reflect on my current situation, and before this particular situation, none of the guys I wrote about ever made it past two dates.  There was no harm in writing about them or how I felt about it because they were no longer in my life.  What did I care if they happened upon my blog some day?  This was different.  I could be held accountable for anything I wrote in my real day to day life.  So, I chose not to write and now I am sorry.

I am sorry because I have preached many times about how important communication is, yet I stopped writing out of fear of being too honest and revealing too much about myself to that other person.  I am sorry because I have a tendency to start things only to drop them weeks later, and I want this to be different.  Most of all, I am sorry because I stopped doing something I love.  I stopped doing something that already made me incredibly happy for something I thought had the potential to make me happy.

Lesson learned.  The bitch is back.  And I just came home from watching "Burlesque", so I'm feeling sassier than ever. 

What does this mean going forward? It means that I will be writing every week come hell or high water.  If I'm so insanely busy that I don't have time for a social life and I'm eating peanut butter and my mother's homemade jam on rice crackers everyday for supper because I don't have time to cook or buy groceries, I will still write.  If I can't drag my single, hungover ass out of bed because I've gone out dancing every Friday and Saturday night for five weekends in a row, I will still write (from my bed with Chinese delivery). If hell freezes over, pigs fly and I actually get involved with a normal, single, honest man in a real, legitimate relationship, I will still write.  I will just warn him that anything he does may or may not end up on my blog.

Yes, if that happens my blog will have to evolve.  It will be more about relationships and less about dating. But when it all comes down to it, isn't this blog all about my narcissistic need to write about myself?  Does it really matter what the subject matter is other than me?  I'm just kidding!

Well ... mostly.

Until next time and happy fishing :)