Fellow followers, the two of you that I see, the many more that will surely sign up after...I am changing my blogging course. I had a change of heart after watching the movie, Julie/Julia this weekend. In case you haven't had the pleasure, I'll give you a brief synopsis. This woman named Julie decides to start a blog, which will document her year long attempt to get through Julia Child's cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking. The movie, aside from giving me a craving for deelish food, made me realize that I was wrong in thinking that a blog could be about nothing. In fact, it should and in my very narrow minded opinion, MUST be about something.
Like movie Julie, I too hope to be a writer, or like to think of myself as a writer. I did after all get my master's in non-fiction writing. Or as my ex-pat superstar friend says, The Masters of Fuck All!! Unlike Julie, I do not hope that this attempt at blogging will turn into a book deal. However, like Julie, I too need to force myself to commit to something daily, which is why I've decided to document my year long attempt to find me a mister mister. Lame, you might be saying, because who cares really about my inability to find a man, or my general lack of confidence, or any of that ho hum, hum drum, silliness that a dating blog would entail. And others are thinking, hurrah, I can read about this woman's dating blunders and foibles, all while keeping mine private.
As you already know I moved to Boston, and while finding a man wasn't my reason, this great city is as good a place as any to try and find him. So....to start I did what my friend Brita (yes, like the water filter) suggested and signed up for match.com for six months with the match guaranteed. Meaning, if I don't find THE ONE in six months I get six more months free of trying to find him.
Match is just my first step. I plan on fully immersing myself into MRS training. : )
Those are the basics. I will fill you in with more, manana.
Wish me luck!!!
Footnote: The idea of this frightens me and gives me anxiety beyond belief. I hate the idea of putting my attempts at dating on display, but someday I hope to publish essays about my family and if I can't even share this part of my life with a small corner of the world, then how will I ever do more?
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