What a week!!

I had one of those weeks that was just so......good. A couple of performances, met some fantastic people and, oh yeah, ran into the prototype for my husband.  I know, I know.....but it made me not care about all the bad dates I've been on because I'm reassured that there is somebody like this out there.

Oh, we didn't go out or anything.  Actually, I'm pretty sure he's not even into me, but I'm hopeful again.....in this:

Until next time,The Single Chick

I might be a blog-stalker...

This just might be the 2010 equivalent to calling a guy and hanging up when he answers.

Being one of the (very) few single girls left in my circle of friends, my attached girlfriends are constantly trying to set me up with a guy they know "who would be perfect" for me.  It never works.  So far, I've met Sir Lies-About-His-Age, Mr. Jokes-Are-All-I-Know and Stand-Me-Up Guy #1.

The latest "perfect guy" has been brought to my attention by one of my best friends.  I actually met him once, casually.  He was cute and he seemed nice enough, but that was it.  Last week I received and email from her, telling me how amazing he is, how much we have in common, how perfect we'd be together and a link to his blog.  So, I checked it out.....

If he's half a good as his writing is, I'd propose tomorrow. I've read so much of it, I think I've developed a bit of an e-crush. (Ugh, that sounds so much less lame in my head....)

So, now I visit the blog regularly to read his poetry and check out his art -- it's all pretty friggin' fantastic. If I had found his blog organically, I'd happily comment on all the fantastic-ness I'd stumbled across....but I feel like, somehow, my comments could get traced back to me.  Not 'The Single Chick' me, but the real single chick who lives outside of cyberspace.  So I don't comment. I visit and I don't comment and I take in his art.

And feel like an online, alter-ego stalker.

Damn.....maybe this is why I'm single.

Until next time,
The Single Chick

Stood up, fed up

I got stood up recently. Twice, in fact. By two different men. Within one month.

I was surprised the first time it happened....hurt, actually, because I kinda liked the guy.  We had been on one fairly fantastic date and then - BAM - out of seemingly nowhere, he doesn't show up.  I chalked it up to some rare, flesh-eating disease that must have rendered him hideous and he was just too embarrassed to face me or to talk about it.  Then, when I got stood up the second time, I checked the news for a segment on the pandemic that was sweeping across the population of single men in Toronto. Symptoms: failure to follow through on commitments, inability to dial or text, and, in rare occasions, completely vanishing altogether.

It was a long shot, but what else could it be?

Not even my male friends could offer a reasonable suggestion as to why this would've happened to me. And twice, no less.  I am considered, among my friends, to be a rather attractive, intelligent, witty and fun, career-oriented, ambitious woman and all-around cool chick.  Not clicking with someone is one thing, but setting a date and then bailing without communication is a whole other kettle of fish.  I'd really like to know if there is a way to avoid the type of guy that would commit such and offense.  The two in my experience seemed completely normal and quite into me.  I never saw it coming.

And I guess I still don't really have any answers to this conundrum.  I don't plan on giving up on dating completely, but how attractive is the disclaimer:

"If you plan on wasting my time after I've found a sitter for the evening, at least give me a heads-up so, I can do something else with the little free time I have.  Thanks."

...?

In the meantime, I'm checking references.  Allowing my friends to do the matchmaker thing that they like to do, but only with people they've known to have at least an 85% follow through rate.

I'm also keeping one eye on the news for signs of my suspected pandemic.

Until next time,
The Single Chick