Nobody can say I’m terribly satisfied being picky and not crack a smile. Even then, I’m not unhappy about it, either. I merely mention it on the blogosphere as a delicious piece of info setting up the story I am about to discuss honestly.
Last Monday I met for coffee with Sandy, thinking of signing up for the Phoenix Great Expectations dating service. You prolly couldn’t guess that, I stand to my readers as a surprisingly pleased member of the matchmaking service. For real, and I almost don’t believe it myself! It’s full of fun, attractive people! If you’ve been paying attention, perhaps you’re thinkin’, “You totally owe me an explanation.”
Here’s how it went down, I looked at this Great Expectations Dating site and felt encouraged. They’re for the serious singles who think dating should mean something.
‘Cause I’d never been too big on whatever it is that my friends and my family so aptly entitled “The Dating Game.” I faced it more than anyone should. Every night readers nagg, “You’re still single? ” and “Just get out there and date him!”
“Ugh, and double ugh.” I banter right back, without missing a beat. “There’s nothing to date!”
“Whatever doofus,” they deadpan. “You have no way to know that!”
Thankfully, that’s my partner in crime (she’s the best) hah! Sandy Feldman. She sets common sense directly to my core to set me straight. People are always there . Can’t argue with that, and I joined.
Back to the message of this post. As I browsed from hundreds of quality singles for my first singles event with Great Expectations, something occurred to me that was quite true. Over the last year, I hadn’t entertained any figurative great expectations for dating and myself in the adventurous path of being alive. Being single isn’t so bad, only if you use the freedom to date. Having great expectations does wonders on a cynics social life.
<3, Christy Ross
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