Failed

It's now the third of April, and I wasn't even close to meeting my goal for March. I've now officially been dateless for six months. In my defense, I did have something scheduled for last Tuesday, but he cancelled last minute due to work.

I wasn't heartbroken.

I had set out to do this March Madness project because I thought I needed to light a fire under myself to make sure that I was getting out there and meeting new people. I have set simliiar goals  for myself in the past with great success. What can I say? I am a competitive girl and usually respond well to a challenge.

But things were a little different this time around. And if I had to pinpoint what it was, I'd say it's because I am tired.In my efforts to see and be seen, I was losing the experience of the moment. Social outings weren't fun anymore. They all felt terribly strategic. It was exhausting to constantly create opportunities to date.

So last week I just threw in the towel. And I decided instead to do a whole lot of things that I love  that present almost no possibilities of meeting someone. This included:
* Friday Happy Hour drinks with my sister
* Saturday museum with friends
* Saturday dinner with a couple
*Sunday morning yoga followed by used bookstore shopping
* Sunday afternoon play (The Intelligent Homosexual's Guide to Capitalism and Socialism with a Key to the Scriptures)
* Sunday home-cooked dinner with another couple

And you know what? I couldn't have asked for a better weekend. No really. Failure never felt so good.