I'm not sure how my dance card got so full, or how it happened so quickly. I'm also not sure why I'm using a completely outdated term to describe the fact that I have too many suitors. I just did it again. I guess my brain is stuck in an 18th century dating vocabulary bubble. At any rate I've backed myself into one of those lucky girl problems that I'm not sure how to handle at the moment. You've heard the phrase "feast or famine." Well, I guess that's true in everything, in freelance writing work, in literal foodstuffs, and in dating.
You all know that I'm new to the dating scene. As such, I'm not really sure what to do with myself in some of these situations. Right now, I'm experiencing an influx of interested menfolk that my motherboard can't quite handle. I have text messages flying in every direction. Coffee meet-ups scheduled all over the place, possibly on the same day. I'm not even sure anymore. I'm sending e-mails to the wrong dudes (ohhhh... you're not the Tim with the awesome Tumblr blog, you're the Australian Tim that plays the flute). On top of all of the structured and methodical online dating that I'm taking part in, I'm also meeting people in real life that are trying to get on my band wagon.
Is a dating life something that I'm going to have to set a schedule for? I'm just looking to meet some cool people, I'm not searching for another time management issue that keeps me from writing my vegan recipe blog. It seems that as soon as I opened the door a crack to start meeting the mens, that someone knocked down the door and it's all flying at me at once.
I have to say that most of these guys totally fall in the friends category. I've met some amazing dudes who are talented and sweet and good looking, but I'm just not romantically interested in any of them. To be honest, I've only found myself fully attracted to one man since this dating debacle began and wouldn't you know it? He's as emotionally unavailable as they get. That's cool though. He's fantastic. They're all fantastic.
But I feel like I'm being constantly bombarded with romantic gestures and propositions. Is there a way to be graceful about rejecting those kinds of things? I've been handling it all like an even more awkward version of Zooey Deschanel.
Do you have any advice? What do you do when your dance card is full?
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