Miss Disastress: finding love (or something like it) in unexpected places.

It's been nearly a month since I updated this now-neglected blog, and my, these times they are a-changin'.

I am now most definitely dating Mr. OkCupid #4, and all is going pretty swimmingly.

As for the fact that I am a Jesus Freak and he is not, I'm not going to lie -- while it's an occasional frustration, I'm not going to pretend that it has proved monumentally disruptive in our short-term, agno-Christian relationship. (Maybe this observation is evidence of immaturity in my faith, but for the purposes of this blog, I aim for honesty rather than false piety.)

At least I haven't fallen into the trap of dating someone solely for the purpose of converting him.

Mixing Business With Pleasure -- or at least Trying Not To

Well, this week of OkCupid adventures has certainly topped all expectations -- both of results and of my own ability to make poor choices. Here, dear readers, is the series of events exactly as they happened:

last Tuesday: I get a message from a guy who, in his words, doesn't like Jesus as much as I do, but does like pretty much every interest/hobby I have, and isn't looking for a relationship right now anyway. He's pleasant and witty enough, so I absentmindedly start chatting with him.

fast forward to Monday: We have been chatting for nearly a week, practically non-stop. I agree to go out with him for dinner on Friday.


Wednesday: I need to hire someone to perform a service for an event at work. Every lead I follow is a dead end -- until I remember that Mr. OkCupid #4 has the necessary qualifications. So, I hire him. Yes, I hired him before I met actually met him. Poor Choice #1.

Friday:
7:00 - The Sort-Of-Maybe-A-Date has been transformed partially into a Working Dinner, and now feels very much like a real date.

9:00 - After a predictably awkward but very pleasant evening, I am really kind of smitten -- smitten with an agnostic who, for all I know, could be one of those guys who finds chaste women to be alluring challenges. Poor Choice #2.

And now I have to keep seeing him for the next three weeks, regardless of the outcome. Well done, Disastress.

I Am What I Am, and that's why gay men love me.

One hour ago, I returned home from a blind date with a polite, kind, funny, and fairly intelligent young man. We ate a wonderful meal, had pretty decent conversations, and had fun seeing the movie Leatherheads. The guy obviously thinks I'm fun, funny, and fabulous. So why do I feel compelled to begin blogging about my disastrous dating life?

One thing I left out of the picture: this guy made most of my gay male friends seem like The Alpha Male. He was so painfully obviously homosexual that I didn't know what to do but pretend that there wasn't an elephant in our pseudoromantic living room. Having wasted romantic energy on homosexual men before, I am not inclined to see where this goes.

In future posts: How I met this guy, my hilarious history of dating disasters, and why I even bother with it at all.