A bit about myself- Dating disasters

I feel like I should explain a bit about my dating past so you know where I'm coming from. I started this post as the intro to tomorrows post, so I'll be jumping around in my timeline a bit. I could take the time to make this chronological, but I'm not gonna.

In an attempt to be proactive about finding someone I want to be with I joined match.com a few years ago. After about 50 first dates in 3 months the only thing I felt like I gained was a prescription to anti-depressants. A month after that I did actually start dating someone I had met on match.com. Needless to say it didn't last long, luckily though, neither did the anti-depressants. During the following year I dated someone I met in a bar. It ended in disaster and the ramifications are still forthcoming. Drunken rebounding karaoke sounds like an awesome idea but really it's not. Since that breakup I have been more or less content in my singleness. Always keeping an eye out, but not really trying. Everyone told me "When you stop looking, that's when he'll come. When you least expect it." What a load of BS.

I was tempted to blame Disney for misrepresenting "Happily Ever After" and planting ideas of unrealistic romances. I was part of the "Beauty and the Beast" "Little Mermaid" "Aladdin" generation. Surely if I kept waiting my prince would come. And maybe he would have but I sure wasn't waiting around for it.

My parents said "just stay in one place long enough for him to find you." Yet another load of BS. After college I moved to Florida to be a dolphin trainer, and I was, for a bit. Then went to work in the FL keys with other marine animals. Then moved to Orlando, then back home, then to Mexico for a year and a half (you can see why my parents gave the 'stay put' advice) then back home. Then I decided to backpack around Europe because I felt that I "needed to get out more".

Ladies, if you meet a man while backpacking please do not believe that the relationship will continue. Of course there are the 1% that do. But most don't. I wish someone had told me that. I met a hot Australian doctor in Greece, then spent a few months in England with him. We traveled to Spain together and were so in love... until he went home for Christmas and hooked back up with his ex-girlfriend. It left me holding a ticket for Australia and a broken heart.

I went anyway. I didn't see him, had a blast (for more info on this trip see wheretheheckiskim.blogspot.com) and traveled all around Australia, New Zealand, and Thailand. Luckily, when I had a fling with a Canadian in Thailand I knew what to expect and have no regrets.

It's currently Friday night, and I've decided to go over a friend's house instead of blogging about my singleness. I'm sure I left out a lot of dating history that will come out over the following year, assuming anyone reads this. If you like what I'm writing, let me know!