Nerves (dotcom)

I'm coming to the realization that it might be time to try online dating. I haven't ever done it. I'm usually too nervous to even post a picture, much less go and start a conversation with a total stranger, but as they say, desperate times...

So as I'm preparing to reveal my inability to decifer the relationship status of attractive people and desire to think about at least the possibility of someday changing my relationship status (im looking at you myspace/facebook, if you can last that long) to the greater metropolitan area, I'm reminded of an earlier time.

Back in the old days (right around the turn of the century), I was living with my friend R. We would take morning runs around the neighborhood scouting curbed furniture (ended up outfitting a good portion of our place with it - tho we have since upgraded). One day we came across an old school typewriter and adopted it. It quickly became a outlet for observations on our trials and tribulations as single dudes new to the area. Everything was fair game, from utter embarrassment to random, surprising successes. There were some phenomenal entries that are lurking somewhere, though I haven't seen them in years.

So i've toyed with the idea of tracking my virtual dating foibles here and have not yet landed on a decision. On one hand, it would be hilariously fun for me. On the other, it would be hilariously fun for everyone else (at my expense). Plus, I'm still getting used to the blogging thing, where anyone can land on this page and read about me. Originally, I never mean to talk about personal stuff. I only wanted to share what I thought was cool and interesting, but that lead to things that were cool and interesting that happened to me and viola, conflict.

more to come...