Annelid's blog: "Ramblings,thoughts and assorted stuff"

Not that anyone ever reads my blogs, and that’s fine, I find it a nice way to vent.  Let the venting commence.

I hate being lonely.  That being said let me tell you about dating experiences and little about myself.  I’m somewhat witty, very shy, the proverbial big shoulder to cry, and the “go to guy when things go wrong”. Anyways,   I’m not into the bar scene at all, so that cuts down place to meet someone. I like going to bookstores and perusing.  Maybe it’s me but I don’t want to tarnish my book viewing by trying to meet someone, weird I know. So what options are there? Let’s see…singles ad on craigslist. End result? Endless amounts of spam.  Moving right along to actual dating site. Place ad, and wait, and wait. Moving onto the next option *which I’m running out of*, “social networking sites*.  For example, this one.

Now we get to the real juicy part, so sit back, relax, grab an adult beverage of your choice and let’s rock!  I’m not really into lounges per se. Yea, it’s a great time waster and I love to spout off non sequiturs and random bits of useless knowledge.  So I bounce from lounge to lounge spreading my wacky antics.  I’m 42 years old. Most if not all people my age are already married, getting on with their lives and I’m pissing my time / life away in lounges. There has to be a better way …but what is it?  I’m tired of logging in trying to find my one true love. I’ve grown to hate the computer and this is coming from someone who’s a massive computer geek (or tech geek in general).

My options are limited but my dreams aren’t.  I go to sleep and dream such wondrous things. Nothing nefarious or naughty minds you, just being in love with someone. It’s weird, I envision myself but the persons face is blank, yes weird I know.  Anyways, it’s when I awake and realize, g0d, I’m all alone. How can this be? I’m not the best looking biped around but I do have an excellent sense of humor and like to think there’s a lot of to offer. I guess all I need is a chance.  Will that chance ever come? Who knows? I do know that I can’t go on feeling like this…something’s got to give.