Among Friends and Frustrations

Just woke up from a social inferno that has lasted for about three weeks and realized: For crying out-- I have NO dates WHATSOEVER. It has come to such an extreme extent that I start to fantasize about "anything with a pulse" at work! Sat in a workshop yesterday and was rather drifting in my mind. Suddenly the colleague having a presentation just seemed SO ... hot and I found myself having naughty thoughts of him! Then somebody coughed and I woke up and looked around, blushing hoping no one could read my dirty minds. And with all respect, he is not really that .. hot. Not at all. Bah. The Honorary Swede calls it "the meeting room syndrome". I call it frustration.

Since most of my social life takes place with close friends and doesn't really allow for any frivolities in the flirting area, I decided to grab the bull by its horns, or grab the bulls full stop. Match.com is the answer. I signed up some 4 weeks ago but haven't had the mind space to do anything about it. So tonight I did some efforts, updated my profile and winked at some lovely, single men. Great. Also, I have made friends with one cute guy and he has asked me out for a drink. Hey ho. Why not?! My previous experiences with this were really bad, so anything could be better. I think I am clearer about myself and what works with me. And I think I will be able to take defeats. Because that is crucial, for a more cold hearted and tough environment is difficult to find. Anyroads, at least I will possibly make some friends.

Making friends with men is something I am currently mastering. Big time. Which is both good and bad. In fact, most guys that I have been dating or met the past months want to be friends, and nothing else. Not that I necessarily want anything else (not at all with any of them actually), but hey-- it would be a lot more fun if they were crazily in love with me and just had to HAVE me, regardless what. But no, they are always SO happy to have met me and think I am such a FANTASTIC person and would so like to make friends. In fact, I was a bit .. rude...to one guy that I had met a few times, during which I had already concluded that we would never be anything. When he enthusiastically brought up that he would rather be just friends, I had a mouthful of wine, looked at him and said with my honest blue eyes “Honey, I am so sorry, but I don't think we have anything in common really. Plus, I really don't need any more friends". He looked a bit shocked but has still texted me like we were best pals in the world. Yawn.

Well, Match.com is happening, we shall see what will become of this. I just don't understand how people have time for this. But in a way it feels good to do something about the singleton-situation. At least my mum would be glad to hear I am doing something.

Laters, Camerade Spinster