>My boldness sometimes surprises even me. After the initial “should I or shouldn’t I” argument in my head, I have no problem sending a message to a guy I find attractive through an online dating service. I have even been known to send a random email or Facebook message to a friend of a friend, old coworker, or other male acquaintance who has caught my fancy.
Of course, this action is always followed by the, “what the hell did I just do” freak out because whenever I send said messages, I am completely sober. Most of the dumb things I do are done when I am as sober as a judge, which is most of the time.
Maybe I should try sending messages when I’m in my cups. Sober, I fail just about every single time. Maybe if I have a little liquid social lubrication, I’ll see my fail rate drop.
Sometimes the repeated blows to my ego send me into dating hibernation for a few years, but inevitably, the loneliness overwhelms me, a new young buck crosses my path, and I emerge right back out into the wilderness.
One of these days my efforts are bound to succeed, right? It’s not like I’m trying to invent a crazy flying machine. Sometimes though, I think the Wright Brothers had an easier time inventing the airplane than I do trying to find a date on Friday night.