Vox Frauduli

I feel like a fraud.

How could I call myself the dating diva when I've all but stopped any and all things related to dating/relationships? It's not just that I haven't dated anyone since the Neighbor, although that ship has long sailed, and I think back on it fondly (when was the last time I could say THAT about any of  my relationships?), but it's also that I'm just not in the mood for dating.

Shocking, I know! I used to love the thrill of meeting someone new. The promise of possibility before a first date - before the guy has had a chance to make you pay half or remark upon your weight (actually has happened but no blog post unfortunately) or tries to hypnotize you, there's an almost euphoric sense of what could be, and for awhile I thrived on that feeling.

But now, meh. Not so much. I just don't wanna. There's some other stuff going on in my life that I'd rather not talk about on here, but which nonetheless keeps me preoccupied and not wanted to go onto the online sites. Or maybe it's because the last guy who wrote to me said he liked my smile because I "reminded him of his mother."

Yikes, can you blame me for my recent reclusive state? it's a jungle out there!

But I want to keep blogging - I miss it! And I'm not going to give up completely on my search for Mr. Right. After all, if it can happen to Verne Troyer, it can happen for me.