Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world...

Online dating sucks. I'm sure it works for some people, personally though, I'd rather meet people in real life. Share a look, a smile, make a connection. This whole thing just seems forced. 

Funny enough, sometimes you do meet someone in real life, make that connection, then lose it. Then one day you come home from work and there they are, front page on okcupid. And you have a message from them. They saw you there too. 

For me and 27 the whole thing was just a fun joke. After all, we're still great friends, we're having lunch together tomorrow. I couldn't help but wonder though, does this mean that I've come full circle? Have I exhausted all my dating options in Toronto? It's completely possible I've run out of men. 

Let me be nostalgic for just a minute and tell you our story. I was having drinks with a girlfriend on a very low key Friday night. I was wearing flats and an ugly sweater, I went out for a smoke and he was with a group of his friends, who were smoking too. Smokers are friendly people. His buddy started chatting with me, introduced us, under the guise that he was a doctor. I will never forget that look he gave me, the coat he was wearing, the way I felt. 

Cute "doctors" are harder than you would think to come by, so very, very quickly I was infatuated. Our first real date he showed up with a backpack full of food and wine. It was winter, so we basically had an inside picnic. We would dance in the living room, I'd make breakfast in red high heels, it was an interesting relationship from the beginning. So comfortable and easy. 

And I'm happy today to call him my good friend. It's still comfortable and easy and I'm grateful for it. Too many people have heard my story and decided to walk away. I appreciate more than you know, the ones who stay. 

I still can't help but think though that maybe, just maybe, my dance card is full and it's time to adopt a ton of cats and give up on love. Or maybe, me and 27 were just meant to have a good laugh tonight. Either way, tomorrow will be fun. Tomorrow is always new, with no mistakes in it. Make it count. 

Sullivan out. 

PS. Here's lookin' at you kid. And...We'll always have Paris :)