Seriously?

Oh the irony.

As I've announced so many times now, I've been so over dating. I think it's just bullshit. 

A few weeks ago, after returning from an amazing trip to Boracay, I made a declaration. The trip proved that relationships between men and women can be way too confusing and deceitful. I threw my hands up in the air, and said, FUCK IT, no more dating for me. My declaration was that I would resign myself to going back to being alone and enjoying the 'me' time. I would opt for animal videos at home on a Friday night, instead of the usual she-bang at bars and clubs or forcing myself to go on mindless dates for the sake of 'meeting someone'. 

With this idea in tow, I found myself over the last few weeks feeling pretty super and content. Then BAM, it happened. Just when I wasn't looking, something happened and it has come charging at me from out of nowhere.

I think it's true what people say about life happening when you're making other plans. I think the moment I stopped 'planning', I became so much more relaxed, which may or may not have come across in the way people perceived me.

ANYWAY, it's a little complicated but interesting... I'm not at liberty to say what yet, because I'm unsure myself. When I figure out what it is, that is going on, I will write back.