Showing posts with label anticipation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anticipation. Show all posts
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Less Interested
"The more he talked, the less interested I became." 2009. embroidery on fabric. 1.5" X 3".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.
Labels:
anticipation,
boredom,
dating,
Iviva Olenick,
nostalgia
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