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cheap afternoon blogging stunt part 2

this was written ten minutes ago with the title WRITE BACK! WRITE BACK! I BEG YOU!:

part two of my "dating offensive 2005" involves waiting for the responses from the three people i contacted on nerve. i sent them messages last night - before midgnight, even! it's been almost twelve hours. i certainly expected to see some sort of "hey, thanks for writing" message by now. obviously, i'm compulsively checking the email account that's linked to nerve's online dating profiles. i won't be logging on to nerve during work; i just want to know there is a message waiting for me.

the thing that didn't occur to me until now is that i only sent out THREE messages. that's hardly anything worth describing as a "dating offensive." it's more like a friendly re-introduction to the online dating world. one that i meant to take much more seriously than i am. but right now i am dating gung-ho (or so i'm telling myself). you know how writers sometimes tell themselves they need to write at least two pages per day in order to finish their books? maybe i should convince myself to contact three potential mates per day. ahh, there's nothing quite as exciting as treating the quest for love like a job!

and, lets continue being honest, "dating offensive 2005" started unsuccessfully in march. i had one good weekend that looked promising. it turned into nothing, except for a phone call that i promptly blew off. "i wasn't ready!" i now exclaim to anyone who will listen. yet, i see this woman's email address written on a post-it note on my desk every morning when i grab my keys and wallet and head off to work. i should contact her. what's the time limit? is it okay that it's been over a month since we talked on the phone? she didn't seem too receptive on the phone, but maybe my charming email skills will work in my favor?

and that leads to why i really need to prepare myself for "dating offensive 2005." i need to go back to dating/wooing boot camp. is HITCH out on DVD yet? i can't write a good, flirty email to save my life anymore. it used to be a skill i thought i possessed. that was a lie. or, i have lost the skill.

this is a start. admitting everything. getting it out in the open.

now i just need to save this, return to it three hours from now and try to figure out how to make it funny instead of sad.