Ain't Nothin' Goin' On But The Rent

I've come to realize that dating was taking up a fair amount of my time. So much so that my self imposed moratorium has left me pretty damn bored. Between speaking to the people who were setting me up, then speaking to potential dates, then actually going on the dates, many of my evenings were dedicated in some form or another to the pursuit of women. Now I find myself with little to do to while away the time. You know you're bored when you get angry that the episode of "Benson" you clicked on hulu.com is "unavailable." You know you're REALLY bored when you've watched 5 episodes in a row of "Benson" before you click on that sixth "unavailable" one. And you know you need a life when you've done all that after watching an entire "A-Team," and 3 episodes of something called, "Douchebag Beach" - which is somewhat amusing, by the way.

Sure, I read. I write. I play basketball. I go to the park. I have friends with whom I hang out, but the truth is that I've always been a loner. Not the type of loner referred to by neighbors in post-murder TV interviews as "a quiet guy who always kept to himself," but the type that just really likes his space. The introvert in me has no desire to take a basket weaving class at the New School, or attend some Reiki workshop at the JCC. And yes, I know those are supposed to be great places to meet women, but that's not the point. I've come to realize that perhaps during my stint as the David Duchovny of dating, I was using dating as a way to fill a void - a way to prevent myself from being bored. But all these profound epiphanies haven't stopped me from wanting to go out and buy one of those First Alert necklaces in case I feel myself about to die of boredom - because I'm pretty damn close.

Oh, well. Maybe that "Benson" is available now. I'll go check.