My Current Shame

Recently, my match.com membership expired. I didn't renew it, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is how depressing it had gotten. But, I am embarrassed to say that I miss it. Aside from the fact that it gave me something to do while awaiting my turn at the bench, it was entertaining. Going on a few bad dates a week was an activity, albeit a dissatisfying one, and I rarely had to pay for my own martinis. Now, I not only have to pay for my own drinks, but I've been reduced to jogging as a way to occupy my evenings. I am so sore that I can't sit on the toilet without groaning aloud and I no longer have an excuse to wear shorts with high heels. Also, I've nearly had a heat stroke twice. Which is the exact number of times that I've been jogging. Damn. The plus side for all of you, of course, is that I am apparently blogging again with some regularity.