I prefer this word to the word hanging.

Hanging kind of makes me think of death. Which isn’t what I want to think about when I’m already down. It just seems to be one of those weeks when I find myself impossibly bummed. No amount of sleep, coffee, or encouragement really seems to fix it.

Ghosting is maybe one of the worst things about dating in this day and age. It happens pretty frequently. Sometimes intentionally. Sometimes unintentionally.

I get it.

Sometimes its a bad date. Sometimes life just gets busy. Sometimes things just get boring. But the worst is when you think things are going okay and then they’re just gone. Usually it ends with an innocent question and then things just float off.

That seems to be what keeps happening to me.

It hurts way worse than I want to admit. I think it’s really because I don’t understand why. Did I do something? Is it me? I know 99% of the time the line “It’s not you. It’s me.” is applicable. Lord knows I’ve had to say that.

But could you not leave my question floating?


Dad Dreams

Even Dad is getting in on my dating life now.

So when I’m not coaching rowing, I work for an entertainment company. My dad apparently had a dream that I brought an artist from work home to meet the parents. Mom told me this while I was home last weekend. Naturally, she didn’t give me details on who it was to make this easier.

Super helpful.

There are some excellent options, but totally unprofessional. Of course I told one of my co-workers. She proceeded to brainstorm all the options. It kept us entertained while we ate lunch.

Auntie Dani

I feel like it’s finally safe to announce this.


My best friend is due Christmas Day! It’s a boy. I’m pretty stoked.

This also means when people ask me if I’m married or have kids I can distract them by talking about my nephew!


Dani vs. Bookcase

Another reason I haven’t been dating is because I’m redecorating!

Priority #1 was repainting the living area of my house. Which meant moving all the furniture. While I am annoyingly independent, there were some fairly heavy pieces of furniture that I needed a hand to move. I moved them on my own. Consequently, I ended up taking a bookcase to the face ripping up my lip like soccer ball to the face levels of damage.

Why did I take a bookcase to the face you ask?

My most recent ex I broke up with about a year and a half ago and I were trying to be friends. We had been talking regularly. He’d definitely made a few passes that were coolly passed from me. He offered to help move the furniture. We made a plan. This was probably the third time we’d made tentative plans and he’d flaked for whatever reason. Every time it was a “really good reason.” But I dunno. I was over it. About an hour before he was supposed to show up I messaged him. Nothing.

He messaged me a week later and briefly apologized and made an excuse. My face was still swollen and sore from where a book case fell on my face moving the furniture alone. I wasn’t feeling super forgiving. So I ignored him. Apparently his phone bit the bucket.

Personally, I have no sympathy. I had plans to see Wonder Woman on opening night. A friend had gotten us tickets. I was rowing and my phone fell in the river. Talk about phones biting the bucket. The first thing I had to do was let my friend know I wasn’t going to show up. So I took myself to a computer and sent him a Facebook message.

So, I really have no sympathy. Also, he’d been on Facebook fairly regularly during he week. While its normal for him to flake, it wasn’t normal for him to ghost and I was concerned something happened to his grandma or something. While we may not be together his grandma was wonderful. And if you actually cared and had made plans, you would have let me know in the ~6 days I was worried your sweet granny died.

Take the time to let the people who matter to you know.

Otherwise, they will think they don’t matter and behave accordingly.