Let me start by saying...

....I hate dating.

I hate the entire process of starting over and getting to know someone's likes and dislikes, figuring out if you like them and then figuring out if you fit into them. Slowly but surely letting out all your weird quirks and hoping you've found a kindred spirit as opposed to looking like the big weird kid that you are. It's one big awkward ordeal and my inner reaction is somewhat similar to Carrie Bradshaw and wedding dresses.

But it's inevitable....as my friend so aptly put it last night, "You can't say fuck love forever."

Well why the fuck not?

In a perfect world, we would ignore all our past experiences that makes us who we are and just act and embark upon a new experience with no pretense and completely free. But who are we kidding, when it comes down to it, we're all scared shitless. ALL of us. The men blame the women and vice versa but above all it comes down to FEAR.

Think about it the minute you realize you begin to like someone, what happens? Every fiber in your body switches to WIM also known as What If Mode:

"What if this could work? So far so flippin good so does that mean I actually have to start thinking about this stuff again?

What if I put into practice what I learned from last time?

Oh man remember last time??...."

And so it begins....and so do the decisions that will ultimately affect the new venture you have just set out upon.

Here's where it gets tricky, you can either stay locked up in what I like to call the "3 month bliss" before things get comfortable and nobody can do any wrong. Nobody exists but you guys and you really don't care about anything else. Or you seek advice on what to do from your nearest and dearest. Now as with any advice, you have to take into consideration your source. Perhaps it's that friend who loves love and gushes over every detail. Maybe it's you're hardened confidant who's closed off to love for whatever (give it valid) reason so finds the negative immediately and has uber persuasive arguments. Or maybe it's the friend who seemingly can't help her judgement because she has an inadvertent thing for "bad boys" that have repeatedly hurt her and she just can't see up anymore.

Bottom line, while they all may mean well, YOU'RE in it and everyone else is speaking from their circumstance and not your current interaction. They can't help it and sometimes, actually at all times will never see the entire picture. So what do you do? You keep your bliss TO YOURSELF. Like your dreams.

Plain and simple. Those who love you will support what makes you happy...or so we hope....