A Swift Kick to the Shins

A friend recently said "i think i'm quite destined to be a spinster" and my immediate response was "believe me, i would rather have zero boy drama in my life than frustrating, ridiculous boy drama."
the more i think about that, the more true it becomes. i remember being 'single and then some' (thanks gav). and i didn't so much mind that, most of the time.
my return to alberta has been shrouded in boy drama from the outset, in many varied, and ridiculous forms. and the drama is wearying. it makes me not want to put myself out there anymore. after a while, first dates get monotonous, and all you want is a second date. to meet someone you actually want to get to know. and then that happens. and then the boy turns out to have insane commitment issues and disappears off the face off the earth after 3 months. good times.
i'm not angry. i'd rather know 3 months in than a year in. but so now, 3 weeks after the end of that. i'm back in the first date world. and, truth be told, its not all its cracked up to be. i truly cannot in good conscience turn down a genuine date offer, from someone that is putting themself out there to ask me, and i don't think its fair that i do, without good reason. and so i go, but generally find that although the conversation may be enjoyable, that i'm not interested in that second date.
to everything there is a season. you have to kiss alot of frogs to find your prince. yada yada yada. i wish i found comfort in cliches, but i do not. what i do derive strength from is that the cliches are there because many girls have been where i am now, and have eventually found their way thru.
i guess there's not much of a point to this. but it's what's on my mind most these days. and its the holidays, which means many conversations with those who you don't see too often, and lots of 'so... any men in your life' questions. not my favorite question to answer, i'll tell you that. haha. but that's how she goes this day.
i'm ever so very glad for good guy friends in my life. especially ones that ask if i want them to go hunt down the disappearing-off-the-face-of-the-earth-boy and teach him a lesson. and the ones that talk to me when i need to hear a boys perspective and give really really really good hugs. somedays, you just really need a good boy hug, and it changes the whole course of your day.
i'm sure its just as frustrating to be a boy in the dating game. i wish our society embraced honesty, and that we could all just be vulnerable and open, and safe in doing so. but that's not how it is. and at 22, i'm not jaded enough to stop putting myself out there. plus, i like meeting new people and making new friends, if nothing else. but i'm ever so very glad for the friends i do have!