Minch's Summer of Love: Chapter 7

Of all the squares to end up at, why did it have to be square one...

On August 18th, my membership with the pay dating site ends. My three month summer experiment is in the 8th inning, and essentially I'm right where I started. I've been mulling over whether to bother re-upping for another three months. Truth is, I'm leaning towards no. Now, slow down, I'm not writing this to be a depressing ballad of misery. Don't believe me, here's a picture of Tia shooting Hitler in front of an ARBYS...

There, better? I'm not trying to say I'm going to give up and live alone in a cave. Not yet anyways. At this juncture I'm having a hard time quantifying the overall value of being a part of that site. Okay, yes I did go on a few dates, but for every one of those (3 altogether) there 10 unanswered emails and/or winks (yeah, I gave up and started sending winks.) I could get ignored just as easily for free. Besides, I'd still be on the free site (shiver.)

I think part of the problem is, when you are on something like that, you better be ready to compete. Don't get me wrong, when your single, you're always in a competition. Just look at the bar scene I've described in previous chapters. But when you're on a site like this, you have to assume when your talking/chatting/dating/whatever semantics with someone there are 7-10 other guys messaging her, waiting for the chance to tell her what an asshole you are and how cool they are. It's a bit intense. Speaking of intense, this is getting a little dark, so to break the tension, please enjoy this picture of Foghorn Leghorn going to a bank where Sabres GM Darcy Regier works...

Which brings me to this blog. I'm also waffling on whether or not to continue The Summer of Love section of MvW. As much as I like writing it, it complicates matters. I was lucky once when I revealed its existence. There's no guarantee that next time, it won't get me duffed in the head. Not to mention, it kind of paints me into a corner as far as storytelling goes. Speaking of storytelling, as I said in Chapter One, there's no promise I can make to the reader that there will be a happy ending. I feel bad having created this blog for comedy purposes, leading the reader on a road to potentially nowhere. MvW will always exist, but this might have to go on the back burner. Though I do have one more trick up my sleeve...

Boy, I sure am hungry. I wonder what I should have for lunch...

(Looks Around)

I wonder WHAT I SHOULD HAVE FOR LUNCH!!!!

Maybe you should get Wendy's!!!! Oh God Dammit, not you again!

Say, that's not a bad idea. Care to join me? We could get a couple of Baconators...

No, I've told you before, it doesn't work like that. I have to leave. I need to go bully an old lady into buying a Frosty.

Damn.

Well now I am out of ideas. If this is the last SOL, then I thank you all for joining me on this experiment. Putting my shit on blast has been both fun and nerve wracking, but it's nice to know you've got people rooting for you. 

Keep rooting, it is only the 8th inning after all...

Minch