With That’s Not Chinese telling me about her upcoming date and The Leaver telling me, “You haven’t dated forever,” I decided I may need to make a New Year’s resolution. I probably should have thought about this prior to the start of the new year, so I could have been ‘official’ and conducted a burning bowl ceremony, but I have been way too busy burning vacation time to focus on anything that requires true effort.
All of this burning of time made me realize that the odds of me meeting someone, while confined to my home, were slim to none. I considered my outings and interactions during the past three weeks and realized my dating prospects were pretty much limited to library clerks and pharmaceutical employees.
Dating a library clerk could be dangerous for me, especially since I’m not at all keen on being shushed. However, based on some of the conversations I’ve shared with one clerk, my guess is he might like to check out more than just my books. I’ll keep this in mind since courtship for me is like Tree’s library fine, long overdue.
A pharmaceutical employee could also be a decent prospect. Depending on my health, we could see each other pretty regularly and, if I’m not ready to declare our relationship, thanks to HIPAA, I can rest assured it won’t be disclosed. That said, however, the fact that all of my medical information would be privy to the person I’m dating might be anxiety inducing. No worries though, there are meds for that.
So, go ahead, call me a hopeless romantic, but I believe I can experience a love connection with my pharmacist….while picking up my yeast infection medication.