Better alone than poorly accompanied

I'm not likening myself to a piece of meat (although I might sometimes feel like one). That is not the point of my ruminating today. Nor is it about whether I am eye fillet, rump or blade steak (but for the record, I'm eye fillet...!)

That moment when you think - "well...I'm a little bit bored with me-time now"... it's a slippery slope indeed.  One minute you feel brilliant about yourself and the way you spend your days, the next minute you feel somehow incomplete and as though you are waiting for someone to accompany you.  Somewhere.

It's very difficult to be casual about dating, especially in the online world.  It's hard to not think about the person you're waiting to hear from when technology makes it all so instantaneous - or not.  A lack of instantaneous response is the biggest head-hack of all to be honest.  

You know you've already combed through the entire dating site and looked at anyone worth looking at.  You really shouldn't look at them again until at least tomorrow because they get notified (note to dating sites: this makes us look like #stalkers).  The likelihood of any new talent is seriously low. You know you should make yourself wait at least a week!

But then... it's all a bit quiet at your house - more of that boring me-time and no kids to distract you - so you log on again.  You relax a few of your preferences, send a few half-hearted smiles, and respond to someone who - if you're honest - has actually been a bit luke-warm for your liking... 

At this minute, you have to ask yourself... is it really that important to date?  If you know in your gut that this isn't the one?  How far will you let it go, for the sake of company?  Not really fair on the other person.  Not really true to yourself.

Eye fillet doesn't even need sauce.