June
2009
Be a Sport Thru a Dating Service Built to Last
It’s a given I’m not the kind of gullible dude, comfortably occupied by sitting at home alone like a spoil sport. I’d wager readers haven’t seen me post about great dating and relationships. There’s a reason for that.
Datelessness is a fixable quality and entirely never written into my man programming (man-gramming?). But, Here’s the situation, I had to escape from a 3-year relationship which meant a lot for us but truly deadended for both of us. I guess somone might tell ya its been a few years since I was dating. I don’t hold the great expectations that came naturally before.
I’m not used to being single. This much is certain, I won’t sit tight, faithfully devowering Battlestar Galactica on my big screen. The biggest factor behind this spell of occasional dating lameness? This isn’t college, and most ladies I meet at work are taken.
My accomplished golf friend, Tim, who has never had dating boredom, sympathized because he is almost in the same boat. He signed up for Great Expectations Phoenix. Of course, I like mingling among quality chicas who meet my values. Go figure, I got real about my dating life and became a member.
Be honest, ya can’t complain by going dateless if ya haven’t called anyone. As my old baseball coach Terry Smith told me with a smile, “You’re complaining to the competition, turbo.”
Coach was crazy, and a little out of touch. Still, Coach was truly a wise sould in a round about way. He was likable in all ways. The crazy series of singles events in Dallas here might have done a number on his shiny bald head.
At great expectations singles events I spent time with some quality and desirable singles that hold my interest. I actually had a carefree night with some pretty noteworthy singles. I ducked out of the mixer a little early with a sweet farewell, and as a plus, I came across some political relationships for my job. Score.
Get out there. You won’t be happy if you don’t try. Listen to me and you might as well have great expectations for life’s sake.
Frankly,
Caleb
