Tomorrow morning I’ll be headed to the airport for a much needed two week vacation. I haven’t really received any post-worthy dating site messages lately, so I suppose you’re already used to my recent absence in the blog world. Once I’m back in the US, after my trip I’ll be busy with some apartment hunting, so you can settle into not hearing updates from me, BUT…Hopefully I will have a more active dating life soon again after that. I haven’t heard from the Canadian guy since his textmessage about seeing each other in the new year, but if neither of us wind up with anyone in the next couple of weeks, hopefully we’ll follow through with a second date. Other than that, it’s been pretty quiet in my world of dating. A crush or an ex sometimes appear in my dreams, but self control keeps me from stalking their FaceBooks or allowing their updates to popup in my newsfeed, and continuing thoughts and jaded feelings of the dating scene float still around my head throughout the day. It’s a battle of moments when you think you might enjoy being in a relationship of some sort and yearn for that, verses certain comforts of being single, and little control over either. You remember when you were a teenager and everything was fresh and new? Sure, sometimes you dated someone with an ex or two, but for the most part it wasn’t that serious and it was always all a fresh clean slate. There are only so many mistakes and dramatic moments you could have had or shared with others at such a young age. The older and older we get, the more baggage everyone we meet has, and the more baggage of our own is accumulated. First kisses, first loves, and special moments may always be remembered, but at some point or another when you’ve repeated it all enough times, it all loses some of it’s luster. Considering I probably have a decent chunk of years left dating, I couldn’t be feeling more pessimistic about what’s to come. It never gets any easier to accept someone you may be, accept someone else for who they may be, and for that person to accept the unique flaws and baggage that come along with being you too…And I’ll leave you with one silly message I received a few weeks ago -Of course the conversation didn’t really go anywhere too interesting when I expressed my disinterest of most cartoons…

Random Guy: You sound so funny and awesome. I’ve gotta know – if you were a cartoon and were bonked on the head… what would happen to you?
[At least he earned his creativity points? Though, somehow it sounds like it came from a pretty lame book of conversation starters.]