When was the last time I went out on a date I was excited about?
Well. . . one that didn’t end in disaster, like the last.
I’ll tell you, the last date I had that I was genuinely excited for was with my ex-boyfriend Luke.
The one who dumped me after I miscarried.
Hard to believe I ever loved him.
He’s the ex-boyfriend I never think of.
I almost forget him.
Except for the miscarriage.
So let’s just say it’s been A WHILE since I had a great date.
And now, I’m swearing off dating (and sex) until I find someone who truly resonates with me.
Someone I feel connected to.
I simply can’t stomach continuing to go out on dates I’m not excited about with men who don’t even bother to get to know me.
My friend Nadine suggested I wait three months before having sex with someone.
I agreed to four dates.
When I told this to my friend Tom, he suggested 5 dates.
That’s an ETERNITY.
“The right man will wait 50,” says Tom.
And maybe he’s right.
It got me thinking about past relationships and the connection I felt with the men I loved.
I miss that connection.
It’s not rocket science.
You meet someone you’re into who is into you and VOILÁ!
A connection is formed.
For me, it happens swiftly.
One minute I’m swearing off sex and dating and the next minute I’m madly in love.