dating...

dating...that's one ugly word. for those who enjoy it, good for you. i'm sure you are happy with the uncertainty and the insecurity of not knowing where you stand and what you are headed towards. call me a pessimist. that i am. i definitely have my doubts about this whole dating game. and believe me you, it's a game. it's a game of tolerance, endurance and patience.
who the hell set all these damn "unspoken" rule for dating? why can't we come right out and ask about everything? why is knowing each other's most intimate details a crime? aren't we suppose to "get to know" each other? i thought that was the purpose of dating before marriage and all that good stuff that comes with it. (don't get me started on marriage and kids and family...that's a whole 'nother blog in itself).
from my post, you would think i'm just a bitter old spinster, but on the contrary...i'm dating. or seeing, or hanging out with someone. what are we calling it these days? seems like there are new ways to identify status everyday. wonder who has the time to come up with all these terms. way back when things were simpler, it was "going". so i'm going with someone. where are we going you might ask. i don't have the slightest idea. hence my little rant above.
i hate not having a road map (not that i can read a map), but metaphorically, i would like to know what direction i'm heading towards, so i can somewhat prepare for the consequences for venturing out in the first place.
~end rant.