Here's the problem, now that I am single again I am starting to have many single adventures with attractive members of the opposite sex which I guarantee you would be very entertaining material for blog posts...
I could tell you the story of HELGA who I met through a friend (who reads my blog) we went out a few times. I tried to kiss her on the third date and she shot me down, only to call me while I was driving home feeling rejected and tell me that I needed to come back to see her. She met me at the curb and kissed me the minute I got out of the car. Three weeks later after hanging a few times I lost interest in her because all she was into was the thrill of the chase. She continued to call me and I haven't answered the phone since...
Or I could write about BARBARELLA who I met through a a friend (who reads this blog) the friend warned me not to go out with her because "friend" thought "she was shallow" and because she wasn't a member of the church. I had a hard time seeing anything because I was blinded by her blazing hotness. I went out with her a few time. She was trying to get very physical very fast... which usually isn't a problem so long as the line isn't crossed. Once I started hanging out with her I discovered she was shallow - seriously I've stepped in deeper puddles. I didn't have anyone else to date at the time though, and kept her around because she was hot. I know, who's the shallow one here?
I was set up with SHRAWANDRIA she was smokin' but boring. Really really boring. I ran out of material to keep the conversation going on the first date... which never happens to me. She didn't ask me one question about myself. I tried going out with her again because she was good looking, but in effect I was just wasting my money.
I met BERTHA at the grocery store. She is awesome and beautiful. I had went out with her 5 times and I was continually amazed by her. I hadn't even tried to kiss her because I was afraid of messing things up. There were some extremely large obstacles to overcome between us, but I didn't care just because I liked spending time with her so much... I decided to fall back on the old stand by, and not hang out with her for 3 weeks. Thinking that if I couldn't live with out her that I would ignore the large obstacles and make a concerted effort. Over the three weeks I realized sge was awsome and I wanted to give it a shot, but by then she got a boyfriend... I'm still waiting for that to fizzle so I can make my move.
There are constantly situations where I over think and over analyse things done and said by the girls in my life. I could write novels about them. The vague tellings above are true, funny, tragic and exciting. The problem is they involve other people. Other people have feelings, (yeah I said it) if I write that "so and so" is shallow or is boring, or I don't think she's the cutest girl in the world but she's hella cool. What happens if SHE or her friend reads it. Gossip is already rampant without me writing it in a blog. Just the thought of giving more detail than I have above and having someone find out I wrote about it, and then them possibly confronting me with or about it makes my stomach turn.
Conclusion: I can't let you my friends and family in on some of the more personal things that go on in my life through this blog. How can I call this a journal if I don't write about the love or lack there of in my life, not to mention my job which is also very stressful and exciting and I can't write about it either. It's just not my place to write about everyone else around me. The whole public factor kind of destroys the ability of my blog to be truly personal.