Over a month, so much to say!

I was reminded the other day by a friend that I have broken the cardinal rule of blogging - to do it regularly. My apologies to him and the one or two others who frequent this page. I will admit, it's been a busy summer, but all the more reason to have documented it. 2010 has been the year of the wedding with seven lined up including my sister's. In addition, my new job has involved some fun travelling and I was dating someone for a record two months! Did you fall off your chair? I almost do just thinking about it.

It started off as many things do, by getting to know each other over a few meals. Surprisingly, in addition to being perfect on paper, he did everything right. Flowers, opening doors... he was polite and funny and seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say; there was no going through the motions here. I was pumped. With me travelling much of our conversation was relegated to email in the beginning, but I looked forward to each update as he regaled me with stories of his friends, favourite pubs, work, and his cats - yes, cats. He was the first guy in a looooong time, that I looked forward to the next email even if they did come two, three, four times a day (a general turn-off for Miss Independence here). I was rolling. My only complaint was that he was too nice. Really? Thankfully my friends said, go with it. I mean, even I knew that with my disastrous dating history it was time to break the mould.

As things progressed however, I realized that not only was he far too nice and over-communicative, that there was just no spark. I tried. I really did. I even drank a lot thinking that maybe that would help but the allusive chemistry just never emerged. I could tell you about the time that he fell off the curb trying to kiss me goodbye or giving me a leopard print Snuggie (ok, kinda funny as he knew how much I hated them), but no spark. No matter how much I chased it. So, last week it ended. The conundrum is now that the men I want to date and know would be great partners are not the ones I like. And, the ones I like are general idiots and wouldn't make a good roommate let alone partner. Sigh, what to do?

For now, I'm hoping one of these weddings will pay off. Who knows? Maybe the stereotype will be true for me. After all, they [stereotypes] come from somewhere right? This weekend is my sister's wedding. She has been the most chilaxed bride and no matter how many times I ask, "is there anything I can do?" she says, "no my sister, it's all taken care of." Thankfully as one of her bridesmaids, I did get to organize her White Trash-themed bachelorette. Let's just say it involved Tang, Twinkies, a fun-fur-filled party bus (complete with a cop/stripper) and loads of laughs.

I am thrilled for this next step in her life. Babies better be on the way - this gal needs to be an aunt sooner rather than later! I thought her pending nuptials would make me reflect more on marriage in general and my perspectives on it. It has in some ways. In the ways that led me to date a nice guy for longer than I normally would. In others ways I think I'll leave it to those who seem suited for marriage; most of whom want children. Without this desire, I suppose it leaves me a little ambivalent to rearranging my life for someone when there's no timeline needed. As the biggest procrastinator on the planet, I'm going to have to give myself some other kind of deadline if I ever want to get going on this project.