A rough season

Summer is the best time for dating in Seattle. The perfect summer date includes cocktails, dinner and high heels. (But not so high as to prevent a leisurely walk after dinner … this is key.) Definitely haven’t had one of those in a while. Indeed, my love life has been in a tumult lately.

I’ve been having a rough season. Not a bad season, per se, but there have been a lot of ups and downs. As pitcher, I’ve walked a few batters and I’ve struck out a few times, myself. (A break-up. A series of missed connections with a cool guy.) There have been some pesky refs and fly balls that caught me off guard. (Trying to navigate the rules and regulations of dating. An unexpected visit from an old flame.)

These days, I’m playing for pleasure, with no designs on settling. I’m not just after a boyfriend, or the elusive “serious, long-term relationship.” I’m looking for someone amazing, who thinks I’m amazing, too. (In short, an All-Star.) Until I find that, I’m not signing with anyone.

I’ve got a little more than two months until the end of dating season in Seattle (assuming all the eligible young men crawl back into their caves in early October, as seemed to happen last year.)  There’s nothing to do but have fun.

I guess that means margaritas, late-night dinners  and high-heeled sandals. After all, it’s summer!