Down the straight and narrow

Forgive me but there's something wrong with this blog.

I haven't written much about the funny people I encounter in the FX, the new gay instructor at the gym, or the my suking magtataho along Paseo whom I haven't seen for over a week already.

My recent posts all have something to do with how my life has changed since I ended my marriage. (Analogize my new 'do and dating.) Reading them now, I can't help but feel pathetic. Am I? Have I become a boring person now that I'm unattached? Do I sound like I want to "reattach" or something?

I wouldn't want to think so. Dating has become an adventure for me. Meeting jerks, making friends, getting dumped, making enemies, meeting the right person at the wrong time, meeting the wrong person at the right time (which is fun, actually), less-than-mutual attractions...not a walk in the park, really.

An adventure, but not a life. I come home to a preschooler who demands her nightly dose of balut while I have dinner. We see a movie every weekend, hear mass every Sunday, and read before going to bed. That's my life. And she's a different kind of an adventure.

*start sniffing here*