Catch of the day

My expecting friend is adamant I need to start dating. Well, now that he, too, won't have time for me I guess I do need to find something to do with my time. Just not sure dating is the answer. I could always learn mahjong. Or master French.

I wouldn't even know where to meet men. Now that my straight friends' lives are increasingly slipping further and further away from mine, I find myself gravitating back to the gay scene. Which is not the most ideal place for finding a date. My GBFFs' only advice for me at this particular, fragile time in my life is "Don't go lesbian- that's so passé". 

And in all honesty I did toy with the idea. For about 5 minutes. Until I realized there's no way I could put up with the hormonal horrors of another female in my life. 

And the thing is, I'm not in the kind of place in my life where I could even imagine dating someone. I don't feel I have much to offer. I really don't feel like I'm much of a catch. I wouldn't date a man my age. Especially one without a job. Plus... I'm 33 and have never been married. At what point does it stop being attractive and becomes alarming? 

And with my emotional turmoil... I would rather get on the next plane to Syria and get involved with the insurgents than get involved with someone like me. I suppose I could always make it official and become a nun. Only that would involve converting to Catholicism. And that's not going to happen...