Skip the First Date. Day 281.

I was talking to friends the other day about dating and the apps that are available. We traded stories, and although it was a fun conversation, it got me thinking.

Of course, most of the stories were funny and awkward, and they all reminded me why I don’t date, not right now at least, and maybe never.

I wish there was a way to skip forward to the comfortable part, to the days when perfection is no longer needed and all awkward moments are gone. Fast forward to nights watching TV in bed and not shaving my legs every day, pig-outs at ice cream shops, and simply coexisting.

One thing I’ve never been good at is romance. It makes me cringe. Roger used to bring home a Whatchamacallit and that was way better than flowers. Looking into someone’s eyes across a candle-lit table has never been my thing. Never will be. Romance and love don’t have to be traditional.

It would be comforting and nice to have someone to go to dinner with and also to have around. I just don’t want to do anything about it. I’m not unhappy right now, or even lonely, but maybe one day I will want someone around. Does that mean I should start making plans, or should I simply let non-existent fate work her magic?

For now, I will happily eat Fruit Loops in bed while I watch Frasier Crane, and maybe one day I will cross paths with someone who is worthy of sharing that moment with me.