Strong Start and Weak Finish

Brad has also become a thing of the past. When I went to the symphony with him two weekends ago, another side of this "perfect guy" revealed itself: Brad is 37 going on 57. The man was entirely too comfortable going to bed every weeknight at 10pm, and never making any plans during the work week. Considering that I work a retail schedule there would be very little likelihood that I would be able to get too many weekend days off. This meant that Brad was unwilling to make any changes to his routine, even if it meant that my involvement in his life was limited. Also, his constant fascination with listening to oldies and barbershop quartets, along with driving a mid 1990s Oldsmobile really solidified his status as a senior citizen. I would rather be single than bored. As of Tuesday I am also off of the dating website. I think that I really need a break from the insanity of dating guys I meet online. Not once has it ever worked out for more than 3 months, and I am more comfortable reading people in person than trying to decipher their profiles online. At some point I hope to actually wind up in a relationship, but nothing can be forced. More than anything I really just need to concentrate on the personal and professional goals. Love is better off being left to chance at this point.