And the verdict is....
This week I was reminded once again a big reason as to why I am single. No, it's not because I am a bit nutty (although that doesn't help). No, it's not Murry, although he really doesn't help. It's my silk. My schedule, rather; let's not blame innocent fabric. Perhaps more honestly is the fact that on my priority list, dating isn't first, second or even third.
I am more passionate about aerial tissue (silk) than just about anything else. My brother dared to compare it to a relationship when we were discussing how in my eyes there was no sacrifice because I wanted to do it. Truthfully, I would rather train or teach aerial than go on a date. Lately, it's been a little crazy because our biannual aerial showcase is coming up this weekend. In addition to my training, I am also trying to help students with their routines which means I am at the gym a lot. And I mean A LOT. My entire body is covered in burns and purple, swollen bruises. At the end of the day, all I want is rest so I can do it again tomorrow. My brain is fried from listening to the same songs over and over again. And I'm happy; I love it.
When I meet someone and tell them about silk, they are always interested and "supportive" like Scott was. Then, like Scott, they experience it and <sighhhhhhh>. Last week I was contemplating on whether or not I should risk ruining a friendship and go on a date with my good friend, Scott. As of now, no, I have not gone on a date with him. I genuinely didn't have time even if I wanted to! Which I still hadn't decided, and now he has kind of stopped asking.
When I finally talked to him, he explained his side to me. We went from talking all the time, hanging out all the time, to basically nothing. I tried to explain that my body is beat up from training; I even sent pics for proof! I tried to explain at the end of the day all I want is rest and not to take that personally. I tried once more to explain how serious I took my silk responsibilities but I could tell the damage had been done. Before I even had a chance to decide, I got friend-zoned.
Again.
I'm getting kinda comfy settling in to all these friend-zones. Maybe that is part of the problem; it is comfortable. I've been here so long I have a nice little set up with my la-z-boy recliner, feet up, two dogs, drink in hand, plus ALL my friends are here! Why leave?
Truthfully, I do want to date, not just gather more friends. It's getting crowded in the zone. As I tried to figure out what everyone else was doing wrong, I contemplated my next step. I like the idea of online dating based on the theory of getting to know someone before extending much effort. (Did that sound as awful as I think it did?) My mind drifted back to some of my online profiles. My best 'headline' was "I've got a billion balls in the air and I'm looking for a fellow juggler". Clever, true Cirque-theme but I got a bunch of ball jokes with that one. On the other hand, it weeded many out quickly. Perhaps if this time I add a little more to criteria than “make me laugh out loud” I'll get a better result. Also, I need to start requesting pre-date photos to avoid any more flannel fiascos.
Since the only date I will be having this week is with my silk, who I will already be cheating on with my lyra (aerial hoop), I have decided to give online dating another try. Maybe if I put a little more painful honesty into my profile, I'll meet someone far less painful than my silk.
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Kimmie is a graphic designer, full time dog-mom and aspiring aerialist. You can keep up with her craziness on her blog life-withdogs.blogspot.com and follow her on twitter at @lifewithdoggies.
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