I feel bad for any guy who wants to date a girl in today’s economy. Let’s be real. Almost always, the guy still picks up the tab. Still picks up the girl. Still puts gas in the car. That alone is enough to make him feel the depression.
As for me, yeah. I have a job. But like most people, I’m on a budget. And splurging for the Christian Mingles scene (or any other online social network) cuts too deep into my Starbuck’s wallet. I’m not into local clubs, and even if I could afford it, dining out ~ alone ~ is just too much to ask. It’s like wearing that dang neon and screaming at the top of my lungs at the same time. “PICK ME! PICK ME!”
So here I am, looking for free. I’m such a window shopper. I’m the Breakfast at Tiffany’s Holly Golightly of match.com. I will not commit. At least, not to that. Not yet. Tomorrow I’m getting a haircut and acrylic nails. That’s enough commitment for one week.
There must be a place to go where people mix and mingle. I don’t even need a dating crowd. Just a place to socialize. To meet new people. To say hi, how are you. To smile and be smiled at. And then I remember sub-urban is not the same as urban. *Heavy sigh…*
But I’ll keep my chin up. I’ll stop spending at Starbuck’s and save my money to allow for a new treat now and then. Maybe the new action movie at the local theater on Saturday night. Maybe I’ll be brave and try sushi… I know. I’m laughing at that idea, too… If I could afford the gas, I’d hit the beach or the mountains or even Victoria Gardens. Maybe I could just walk around the Mall, or better yet, stay after church and mingle in the Island and get to know some more people.
Next week, I’ll grab my coffee and croissant, and take a stroll in the morning. A change of scenery will do me good. Who knows who I’ll run into? At the very least, I’ll be in motion. And that’s a start.