In an attempt to bond with fellow writers and find a date with a common interest, I went to the bloggers meet-up. Apparently, these guys are really hard-core writers and I dig that. Most there had extremely serious and fascinating topics to blog about and most found it cute or audience grabbing that I blog about dating. Then there was the “Oh, like Sex and the City!” comment from a few but the question that every single person I mentioned my blog to managed to ask was: “What are you going to blog about when you’re in a relationship?”

This is a valid and excellent question. To which I answer with my voice a very well-thought, “My blog is about dating, and not just dates. So if that happens, it just will evolve.” Or the ever coy, “You think the dating blogger will be in a relationship without date nights?” Despite these very concise and practical responses, my mind was answering: It’s more likely that I’ll run out of eligible dates than wind up in a relationship. I’ve accepted a long time ago that my life never is, was, or will be a romantic comedy. Although parts of it are extremely funny in hindsight, the integral part of that genre is typically the ROMANCE part… and so far this project is looking about as romantic as Dulcolax.

How can I make such a harsh assumption? Simple, the general lack of second dates. I’m not saying that to sound like a cheesy eHarmony commercial either. It’s nothing against the sites I’ve been using. Emotionally, I’m in this awkward place where I’ve recently discovered what I want but have this demon voice inside saying, “DON’T EAT THE COOKIE” every time I come close to the jar. Especially those rainbow/seven layer cookies (depends on the Italian bakery on what they’re called). They are SO good. I’d eat a giant one as my birthday cake but then that would complicate things career-wise because that’s infinity and beyond two weeks worth of suggested caloric intake! All cravings aside, the past three dates have not been cookies worth lusting after. I’m picky with my pastries, what can I say?

Then everyone wants to know what happens when someone I’ve gone on a blogged date with finds their respective entry. Well, that’s why I used code names, people! If they have a problem with something I wrote about them then I probably didn’t want to have a second date with them anyways. I’m really trying to put myself out there and not disappoint the loyal readers. As per a suggestion of a fellow blogger, I am probably going to try the new “Why don’t we…” website next, along with Punk Rock Yoga, Speed Dating, gunning up by asking out a guy on my own (possibly in a coffee shop as per reader suggestion), and a fix-up from a friend, “FratBro” (who already has the lucky fix-up in mind!)

Bottom Line: I’m trying like hell to close the gap between emotional and physical relationships here. A lot can happen in a year that I can’t plan for in advance. I’ll just have to baste those turkeys when the thermometer pops. In the mean time, I’m focusing more on ironing out the crazies in Barbie before I go on a manhunt for Ken.

Your Undercover Lover,

Joneshaw