I’ve always said that when I’m 34, that’s going to be my year. And as of a month from today, that’s two years away (*barf*), so I’d better get myself in gear for that wondrous time.
I am not one to read books or sites for dating and relating advice, but I couldn’t help it when I got my Comcast installed on Sunday and my home page miraculously showed me this article called “Too Busy to Date?” I couldn’t help but read it.
Don’t get me wrong — it’s pretty much up there with all the other crap at which I turn up my nose. But then again, when it ever came to prioritizing my life, it always went work, then friends, then nothing left over for me. And most recently, I phased out friends because “commuting to work” suddenly began to eat away at my time and thus my energy. And while I do love my job and all, it can’t be the only reason I get out of bed in the morning.
The article tells singletons to calculate how much time per week we would invest in a relationship, then use that same amount of time being hot to trot.