Dry Spell

Of late, my dating life has slowed down dramatically. The saying holds true, ‘when it rains… it pours’. This spring I was bombarded with dates. I think the warming weather triggers a reaction in men. I call it ‘The Twitterpated Factor’. (See the movie ‘Bambi’ for a more in depth discussion on Twitterpation.)

However, now my dating life has come to a halt (not a screeching halt, but a definite halt). The springtime dating frenzy is over and the summer lull has set in.

I realize that I’m supposed to be on a dating sabbatical and I am enjoying my down time (really I am... I know Cali-Goose has a hard time believing that one), but right now I don’t even have the option of dating, even if I wanted to.

It’s been a while since I’ve talked to “40 Year Old”. Yeah, I get an email here and there (once… maybe twice a week), but it’s just short chitchat between us. I mean, what else can it be? He lives half way across the country.

My prediction is that my dating life will remain sluggish if not dead in the water until the fall. The fall weather has an effect similar to the spring’s ‘Twitterpated Factor’. I call it “The Snuggle Factor” (for lack of a better catch phrase). I theorize that the chill in the air and the shorter nights entice people to seek out other people for the purpose of cuddling.

Hopefully, “The Snuggle Factor” and me kicking my social life up a notch or two (after my sabbatical is over) will do the trick and produce more dates (hopefully). Otherwise, I may have to change my name from Jane Dater to Jane Dateless.