buck up, young lass. go date.

buried in a pile of fleece blankets on my couch the other night, i realized something was missing from my life -- all by dropping the remote and having a shit time trying to get it but remaining in the same position. (by the way, does anyone have one of those snuggie things?)as my ponytail flopped over my head, the light went off.

on-line dating!

giddy up ladies and gentlemen, it's time. with an intensive password search, the click of a mouse and a few quick updates to an outdated profile, i am back on a dating site. (just exactly which one, you may never know.)

as you may have seen with The Athlete example, i am not down with the serious relationships right now. i dont want one.

but... i am a serial dating. maybe it's because i have always been curious and made a career (before i semi-retired for politics last year) out of meeting strangers, buttering them up and writing a story and the rest of the journalism bit. but i love dating.

i.love.dating. yes, i said it.
i love flirting, i love first impressions, i love awkward moments, picking up on them and making boys squirm. and serial dating may be the key to getting me off of the couch and out of hibernation.

plus, my friends get the BEST and i mean THE BEST stories from my experiences. do you have a naked picture on your phone of a naked dude you had just met a few hours earlier... for the first time?? or how about a story about the dude who within four minutes of meeting him admitted that he pees in the shower to save cash on his water bill?

so grab a drink and take your seats. you are so coming on this dating ride and no details will be spared, i promise.