“You’re ruining my blog”

On the probability of rekindling lost love, one popular cinematic representation of a misogynistic singleton from early 90’s LA said to another: “Somehow they don't come back until you really don't care anymore.”

Somehow, sometimes, the beautiful babies don’t wait long enough before returning.

Inclement weather and the attendant hibernation we enter, do funny things to our romantic inclinations. There is no way that the recent loss of my motivation to meet and write about strangers from the Internet was spurred by a waning interest in the topic at hand. Dates, and the dating daters that go on them, have remained continual sources of intrigue for me since I prematurely hit puberty in 1992. The spoiler here has arrived in the form of a recent shift from Cold War to lukewarm relations with a certain someone of a once special nature.

Will someone for Christ's sake please take me on a trip to Vegas?

In three weeks I am moving to another city where online dating will still be present and said special man friend will not. As storm part II rears its ugly head, I cuddle up with my OkCupid inbox, which is incidentally, blowing up. Unless of course he reads this post and cares to comment.

Suggested comment:

"Oh wait, stop dating losers from the Internet, let’s get married one day like our psychic palm-reading friend yesterday predicted we would."