There’s really no new news to report. MotorcycleInstructor called me again on Monday and left a message that was like, “Woman, if you don’t call me back…” and then hung up. And I haven’t called. I’m still pretty irritated, and not really in the mood to get back into that swing again. I don’t really have a game plan, I’m not sure what I’m going to do about it – if anything at all. I think I was also using him as a crutch, to validate what I did with buying the motorcycle and to help me get out there on the road. But, Sunday night I rode around the neighborhood. Yesterday I rode up to Van Ness, so I’m doing quite well. I’m not ambitious enough to ride out to Gaithersburg, but I’m getting there.
So, I don’t need him. I’m in one of my moods where I feel like I don’t need or want anyone. Here it comes: I’m going to take a break from dating for a bit. Knowing me, it will probably only be a week, but I’m just so tired of the game. Much to my mother’s dismay, I would rather be alone than with someone who isn’t right for me. She got on my case the other night about how I’m never going to meet anyone at the rate I’m going. What does that mean? I’ve done everything possible to “meet someone” and it’s worked out so well that I now have this blog illustrating my collection of losers. I don’t know what she’s talking about, she’s the worlds biggest black cloud. Her ideas are laughable – go to a museum at lunch, or join a group that works with the museums. Yeah, so I can meet HER kind of artsy-fartsy guy. Or she likes the old, “go to church” solution. The guy for me is not at a museum looking at paintings and he’s definitely not at church. Since I’m basically an Atheist, what good does church do me? My perfect guy is hungover on Sundays, just like me.