Red Room Where the Writers Are

Yes I Can!

I'm not too old to start blogging; maybe I'll get over my fear of rejection and obsolescence.  Maybe I'll make new friends. Create a  space for my self-righteous rants and my peculiar view of the world.  Isn't that what art is about? Giving the reader, the viewer, the listener a look at the work through the artist's lens?

Why do I want to blog? Because I am tired of friends asking, "Are you writing these days?" 

For a while the only thing I was writing were personal ads, marketing myself on webpages for singles. It was fun creating new ways of presenting who I am and dating became a great way to know myself and think that I was doing something about meeting potential partners.  My future love was probably not going to ring my door bell. If she'd phoned, I would suspect she was selling accidental death insurance not a trial courtship, good for three dates with no obligation to sleep over. Our courtship could be cancelled at anytime. So I went on blind dates with friends of friends, rejects of friends; went to mixers at dance halls and people's homes, wishing I could text the woman sitting across the room who looked all confident and comfortable, not desperate to meet someone, trying not to look desperate but available and open to possibilities.  Yes, if could have texted her I wouldn't have to try to start a conversation, or worse yet, ease myself into one between her and the chatty cathy who organized the potluck, because she can only deal socially when surrounded by food. She has her eyes locked on the one I want to meet, although I know her third eye is on the dessert table because that's how food obsessed people are. Invariably their conversation is about opera or traveling to Nepal or the kind of tile they are putting in their bathroom and what size tool she had to use to pour the cement for the patio. Do you know I want to talk to you, I say in my head. Are  you avoiding me on purpose or are really raptured by chatty cathy?  Oh god, you're attractive and look intelligent and educated but you probably go for the air heads because you don't want to be challenged intellectually.

By now you may be wondering, dear reader, how many times did I torture myself in pursuit of love and partnership.  Was I successful or have I given up and now spend my free time volunteering at the animal shelter? Stay tuned. This concludes My First Blog!