In the fall, I wasn't especially into dating. I was more focused on eating healthy, learning to cook, and losing weight. I still checked my dating site inboxes, but there really wasn't anyone emailing me that I just HAD to meet, so I took a bit of a dating break.
When December hit, a flip in me must have switched because I signed up for every goddamn speed dating event and singles mixer I could find. Not kidding, December was a marathon of 7 minute dates, and all of them were disappointing. Also, there were some repeat dates. Remember the guy with the limp who I found kind of obnoxious? Click here for a refresher. He was at speed dating. TWICE. AND the holiday singles mixer. It was totally awkward. Another guy seemed really into me until I told him my name. He visibly deflated, then said quietly, "Oh. That's not a Jewish name. You're not Jewish." Then he kind of slunk away to the bar. I think that's the first time anyone has mistaken me -- a tall, buxom, freckly blonde -- for one of God's chosen people.
That brings us into January, which was pretty rough for me emotionally. I was struggling with the idea of being 30. Or more specifically, single, overweight, and 30. The media is pretty clear that this is a deadly combination for women. So when Scott, yet again, appeared out of nowhere -- yes this same Scott! -- and he charmed me and I began to care about him, despite him having pulled a disappearing act before, I was super careful not to fall for him. But...err..totally did anyway. Part of it was probably that I wanted it to work so badly that I gave him more chances than I should have. He has a track record of leading me on, and then disappearing into thin air, leaving me heartbroken. The douchebag signs were totally there, but I ignored them. To no one's surprise, he disappeared again, right before my birthday. To say I took it badly was an understatement. The timing was terrible! I was already feeling overly sensitive about the whole 'turning 30' thing, so to be duped by the man AGAIN just left me feeling sorry for myself, and really angry. Angry at him, but maybe even more angry at myself for being so stupid.