Despite my work on "Were I So Besotted," I have been on a dating hiatus for some months as I crammed out artwork, and worked out the ups and downs of past and a recent entanglements.
My re-entry into dating these past few weeks was somewhat nostalgic. I remembered that I love the anticipation, the first emails or phone calls or text messages that give me hints into a person I may soon get to know. What I dislike is the frustration of sticking out a date when I know within the first 20 minutes that I will not want to see the person again. Sometimes, I know before I even go on the date that I am not interested, and end up going out of a sense of obligation.
I sense that there are more engaging moments ahead of me. I can't wait.