Dating is a six letter word. -- TUCKER

Well… I’m baaaaaack. Relationships 101. They can end as quickly as they begin. Without going into detail, I’ll say this: I thought this relationship was all I ever wanted. But in the end, it just wasn’t right.
I’m not sure where I’m headed from here. Online dating again? Eh. Obviously, I’ve explored match.com and eHarmony. Wowza. What a pair of DUDS. match.com and eHarmony let me down like a lazy employee lets down their boss on a daily basis. I still think I would have better luck at the local watering hole… but I don’t really spend much time at my local watering hole, so THAT’S the issue.
Question: What’s next?
Friends:
I’ve pretty much bled dry all my friends of their single friends… and I really have to say, it was pretty slim pickins from the beginning. For some reason, my friends (who are mostly married) are friends with other married couples and aren’t friends with a ton of single guys (read: single, dateable men).
Bars:
I’m not 21 anymore. I don’t “go out clubbin’” anymore (not that I ever did). It is very, very rare that I get dressed up on a Friday night and head out to the bars after 9pm. Unless there’s a birthday party or special event planned, I’ve become more of the “happy hour” girl. Happy hour is fantastic for those of you who haven’t discovered this little gem yet. Awesome deals on drinks and bites to eat, and you’re home by 8pm at the latest. I know, I know. I might as well get a cat. But I’m allergic, so THERE.
Working Out:
I’m just going to lay my cards out on the table. When I work out, I sweat. I’m not a super model wearing hot pants and a push up bra when working out. At the gym, I’m raising my heart rate, and seriously not trying to attract guys at this particular moment… because at I might be scary looking (read: at least really sweaty with raccoon eyes). When I run Greenlake, I’m running with headphones and I may or may not be singing along to Poker Face to help me forget the agony of running (I run, but no one said I liked it). Regardless, I’m pretty sure meeting someone while working out is pretty much a no-go.
Answer: Who the Hell knows. And I’m ok with that.