Secrets Don't Make Friends

My senior year of high school I took a playwriting class. My teacher, Mr. Hughes, told everyone to get out a piece of paper and write down our deepest, darkest secret. He told us to fold the paper in half and hand it to the person sitting next to us. I think all 15 of us had simultaneous heart failure. He laughed, "You can keep your secret, but when you write a play, when you are trying to figure out what story you want to tell- you want to have that feeling. Complete vulnerability."

I got a text from my friend Jes today: "I miss your blog, write, damn it, write."

Sigh. For the past week I've been thinking about this next entry. I know, I know, I am a complete nerd. This blog may help me curb my spending, but I also don't want to bore the crap out of you. So, when I write a new entry, I really do try to have something new and interesting or at least embarrassing to say.

This past week nothing stood out. All the bills are the same old bills. All the spending struggles are the same ones that I've always had. Could it be? Was I all washed up? Was I... DUN DUN DUN... Boring now?! AHHHHHHHH.

No. I'm definitely not boring now. I actually do have a new development that is affecting my budget. Yes, this is where that deep, dark secret that you never want to tell ANYONE comes in. (Naturally, because I don't want to tell anyone, I'm going to tell EVERYONE... Because that's what being a good blogger is all about.)

Ok. Here goes. I have entered the world of online dating.

Pause.

Yup, I'm completely serious. I'll give you a moment to reassess your opinions of me...  MOMENT. Ok, now its my turn to defend my decision...

FREEDOM!!!! (insert William Wallace charging into battle here)

1. Its just good math (and I love math- not as much as writing- but its up there)

No, seriously. Think about it. What do you do on a day to day basis? I go to work 40 hours a week. I work with mostly girls. When I'm not at work I hang out with my girlfriends. When I'm not hanging out with my girlfriends I'm at bootcamp, which is 80% girls. So, unless I plan on becoming a lesbian (NOT HAPPENING)- this whole falling in love thing probably ain't gonna happen. Oh, wait, you are right! I completely forgot about all the quality guys I meet at bars. HAHAHA. Yeaaaahhhhhhh. Online dating it is.

But on to the important part: How online dating is affecting my budget. You may think you know where this is going, but you don't! No, I am not saving money, despite getting free food/drinks! Yes- I can do math. Hardy, har, har. I'm not saving money, because no one in Santa Barbara participates in online dating. Wait, no, let me rephrase that. No normal people (aside from myself of course), participate in online dating here. Consequently, I am finding myself "meeting" people in LA and driving halfway to get food/drinks.

Do you know what this does to my gas tank? Do you know?! Ok, so this is only a recent development. I joined the online dating scene two weeks ago. But, in that time I have already had two dates. That's an extra quarter of a tank of gas a week! I'm telling you it adds up.

Will I give up? Throw in the towel? No! Not unless I meet the wrong person and they end up being a psycho and I get chopped up in little pieces. But hey, where's the reward if you don't take a few teensy weensy risks? I really don't need all my fingers and toes. Extraneous.

Over and Out. Jildo