So I've been thinking about dating lately. Not that my schedule leaves me a lot of time to date anybody (seeing as I work like six nights a week)... but I've been thinking that maybe maybe dating isn't that overrated.

I went on a few dates with a guy this summer... until I got sick of his hair. And his ego. Well..... no, seriously, his hair was ridiculous. Before then, I dated this guy (The Republican, as I kindly refer to him) over winter break last year. And before that, there have been guys here & there, but no real dating has occurred.

I swore off dating completely after a horrific high school experience. I figured I'd have sex the rest of my life without relationships and just end up marrying the person I liked to have sex with the most.

But I'm maturing, remember? I'm growing up and learning how to do things, and maybe I should add "learning how to date" (because I'm absolutely awful at it, believe me) to my to-do list this year.

The more crushes (infatuations, really) I collect, the more I think, "I should actually try to date one of these guys." In a normal situation, I could just put myself out there and go for it, right? Well, you forget that I am the Queen of Awkward, and it gains intensity when I'm trying to talk to boys I like. (Ask Megan -- she'll testify... that bitch.)

Also, I've noticed that I don't really have a type anymore. Maybe that comes with maturing. I used to like my guys skinny... like, visible hipbones skinny. Apparently that is no longer the case, which shows I've grown out of my emo phase. (Almost. I still do that awful b&w emo picture thing, but I'm a blogger, so I have an excuse. And look -- I'm smiling in this one!)

I don't have a point. My point is that dating is weird and foreign to someone with such a socially crippling amount of awkwardness. Maybe that'll be my other post-New Year's resolution: learn how to date.