Dating Yourself

Friends often tell tell me I date a lot, which I think is weird and not entirely accurate.  I suppose it depends on your definition of the word "date."  I was at a barbecue this weekend (hosted by Stephen to celebrate Joanna's birthday) and was comparing my dating history this past year with a friend's.  She was recalling how, for her, this past spring was a dry spell.  "I dated myself," she said.  She then went on to make jokes about how she always called when she said she would, and that it was all fine and good until she cheated on herself, but I started to think a bit about the times when the dates aren't there -- when there's nobody in the bullpen™* and the most important person in your life is, well, you.  I started to realize that, so far this year, I have been running myself ragged, and now that the circumstances are what they are, it might not be a bad idea to date myself -- to give myself that extra special care that I need, be it in the form of extra sleep, a weekly Pilates class, healthy eating, and/or enough down time to avoid being in a constant state of stress.  So at the moment, I'm dating myself, and damn it -- I'm one hot date.

As for the rest of my weekend, Friday night I finally got to enjoy a meal at Gusto -- looking forward to going back soon.  The Lovely Miss Katie, her college roommate and I shared the frito misto de pesce which included small softshell crabs, a grilled focaccia with figs and prociutto, artichoke ravioli in a sinful butter sauce, and polpettini -- petite meatballs in a hearty tomato sauce.  Dessert was a light and tart lemon panna cotta and, strangely enough, I can't remember the second dessert -- except that it was good.  How very unlike me.  After Saturday's barbecue (where Doug and Leora stopped by for a bit), I headed to Jenn & Carolyn's for a party and enjoyed yet another Brooklyn backyard.  Very jealous of that, I tell ya.  Ended up at 'inoteca quite late with Roopa and Anj, which made Sunday a bit mellow.  Thanks to the Brooklyners for their hospitality and to all others for the great company.

*trademarked by the Lovely Miss Katie, who is her own date this week at a yoga retreat.

Comments

[Nikki]

good thing i didn't get too descriptive with all the self-love... ;)

[Laren]

True -- but note that you outed yourself, my dear -- I tried to keep you anonymous!

[The Lovely Miss Katie]

Personally, my favorite 'Me' date, is a Friday night at the Met, sitting at the 'cafe' they have created on the balcony above the entrance hall... making notes of the great exhibits I saw, what inspired me, what I didn't like, people watching and spending more on Prosecco then I did on the price of admission. The next day, I'm always glowing!!!

[Laren]

That sounds lovely . . .

[Michele - Coach4Women]

This is a beautiful entry. We all need to slow down and realize the most important person in your life should be you.