The other weekend I had a conversation with Olivia about dating. I shared with her my current sentiments, that I am still not ready—but trying to prepare myself for it. I've had this conversation 5x with everyone, including the countless mentions on this blog.

Can I get a Xanax prescription for dating? That would probably help significantly. Half-joking. Almost serious though.

Anyways she sends me something called a "dating manifesto." It basically states that I should date with intention and state my purpose. Here's my synopsis: don't participate in hook-up culture if you are seeking more, don't just hope you can change anyone's mind over time, and state what you want as early as you know it.

I know what I want.

I want to give up that primetime Saturday night slot—just to see how long he's willing to bleed into Sunday with me. I don't expect this to happen immediately, we would have to convince each other for a little bit. But eventually... The sex will turn into a sleep over, the sleep over will include breakfast, breakfast will turn into a walk through the farmers market and then simple ass domesticated bliss will occur—inevitably, no rush.

I want to wake up on Sunday with my coffee just right, prepared by a handsome thoughtful man. I will grunt "15 more minutes" every 15 minutes in bed, then I'll cook us bacon and eggs.

That's my intention and this remains my ideal. I still want to do everything and nothing at the same damn time.

I will probably scare off plenty of men by being honest, but fuckit... Someone will make the cut, RIGHT? I'm sure future BAE just wants a day in this life too.