Spring Burnout

In the last two days, I have turned down four dates. Three from online strangers, one from a known commodity. I have absolutely no interest in meeting any men, new or otherwise, unless they are going to make it easy on me by, say, showing up at my house with a bottle of wine and a movie in hand. In fact, I'd prefer if they dropped off said bottle of wine and movie, and left.

I can tell spring is coming.

I am not thrilled about dating at the best of times, but view it as a necessary evil, unless I want to die alone in my tiny, filthy house, surrounded by my 63 cats and seven dogs, and the debris of a bitter, lonely life. However, I really lose interest in the whole game when I get that first whiff of nice weather.

I mean, who wants to spend their summer being rejected by dumb-ass rednecks when she could instead be travelling around the Western provinces, visiting friends and family, taking up kayaking, skydiving, and organic gardening? In the summer, I have more than enough ways to fill my time, and don't really feel the urge to complicate things by introducing new people. It's only in the dark, cold months that I really wish I had some company.

Right at the moment, I think I'd be quite content for Mr UK to schedule a visit around May, and me to fly back over there in the fall, and call it quits on the dating game for the season. With a scheduled week of good sex to bracket the beginning and end of my busy season, I could quit pissing around on the internet, chatting with random losers, and go outside to play.

Don't get me wrong, here. I'm not bitter or angry...in fact, I'm in a better mood today than I have been in weeks. I just don't feel like wasting my time when the sun is shining and the birds singing...in fact, I think I'll go join them right now...