I've been pretty quiet lately because, this summer, I "met a boy, cute as can be..." (These Grease references are going to get old really quick, huh?)
That's right, I met someone. And not online.
Remember how I lamented about how it was so much easier to meet people in person, through friends? Or at parties? Well, my new guy and I had met a few months ago in person but nothing really came of it until... a backyard BBQ at our friend's house. And then it clicked. The rest is romantic summer history. (And for once my blog photos aren't stock photos from the internet - that's the Pacific Ocean right there in front of you, taken during a day at the beach with my man.)
I haven't said much about this new relationship because a) it's new and b) I don't want to jinx myself. I mean, as evident by my total lack of success with the online dating, I just may be cursed. Or jinxed. Or hexed. Or something.
So I didn't want to talk too much about it for fear of ruining it. And now that we've been dating for over a month, I still dont't want to talk about it because it's personal. Not to mention, this blog was about adventures in online dating, not "I finally found a keeper!" Right?
For some reason I didn't mind baring my "looking for love online" soul while I was searching. But now that I've found someone I really click with and am giving that a chance to grow, I want to keep this one to myself.
This means that while things are moving forward in that arena, the online dating is over, ergo the blog is probably done. I've never really been the kind of girl that dates more than one person at a time and I was never a fan of "non-exclusive dating" so we're just going to take time to get to know one another and see what happens. That means no more onine dating adventures to share with you.
But I promise, if my new guy turns out to be a serial killer, I will go back to online dating and blogging. You know, assuming I escape his chainsaw of death.
