the itch

i’m officially looking again.

my once-a-year flirtation with internet dating has been launched again as of today and i’m predicting that in about two months i’ll be so sick of it i’ll hide my profile until next spring. i can predict this with some accuracy because every year about this time (between late spring and summer), i get the itch – the nagging feeling that possibly there might even be someone out there i could be with – and then i repost my profile to one or more dating sites – briefly enjoying some attention before realizing once again that i am a hopeless freak and there really is no match for me out there in the ether.

there is no particular reason for this either except that i am trying to keep myself from going back to the affair and it seems i should try dating in my neighbourhood for a change (that would be vancouver or the sunshine coast). i am not sure exactly if i am just looking for sex, or for sex *and* someone to talk to – my own desires are ambiguous at the moment – but there is definitely a pressing sensation at the base of my skull which is buzzing. maybe it’s the bio-clock. i am definitely more interested in sex than normal. i think i have to stop analyzing it (or think of it like shopping on amazon, it feels surprisingly like that these days – when you bring up a profile on salon, it shows you five other “profiles like this one” – sortof like the amazon book-buying experience. yes, that’s right, interchangeable people to page through on a slow work-day).

should be interesting. i’ll be sure to tell you all about it (though i’m surprised with myself for sharing this here in the firstplace).