In Which We Revisit the Very Beginning

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The Zero to Hero Day #3 challenge asks pthey decided to participants to write the post on their mind the day we decided to start a blog. 
Since I’ve already done that, rather than reinventing the wheel, we can just revisit the night I decided to plunge into online dating

A leap of faith?

An act of desperation? 

You choose. ^_^

In Which My Ex-Physicist Provides Snow Sanctuary

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It began as a normal weekday, save for the fact that snow was falling. Yep, you read that right: snow. In Mid-April. (Apparently, Winter never got the whole “out like a lamb” memo that was supposed to take place in March. If I ever find that deceitful little groundhog….)

I mentioned it began as a normal workday, right?

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In Which Catching Up With a Friend Turns into a Fine Dining Experience

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There is a place about an hour from home, where old acquaintances can meet to reacquaint thanks to the proximity proffered by a business trip.

There is a place where the neighborhood is nothing special, and the exterior is drab, but he interior is warm dim lighting, crisp linen napkins, and jazzy swing music.

There is a place where presentation is a skill and salad is so pretty that one hates to disturb its artistic arrangement.

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In Which I Say Hello to New Followers

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I have acquired several new followers in the past two weeks; and though I’m confident that the vast majority are follow-farming, one or two of you seem like legitimate humans who followed my blog because you actually wanted to read what I have to say (You poor, deluded souls… ^_-)

If that is the case, I should introduce myself.

Euphonic Charity is synonymous for musical love, and this blog is the space
In which I recount the (mis)adventures of a (reluctantly) single twenty-something in her late somethings.

It began as the tale of my online dating adventures.

On October 30, 2013, I created a profile for Plenty of Fish. Thus ensued grand adventures in which I exchanged computer text pleasantries, met with random strangers, and lived to tell the tale (and even formed a few unexpected friendships). Did I find love? Not yet. But you can read about my random (frequently hilarious) journey as I attempted to navigate online romance in posts dated November-December 2013.

I took a break from updating when casual dating turned into an actual relationship with The Physicist (preservation of privacy, ethics, and whatnot). And now I’m currently on a dating hiatus following the end of that relationship. But have I stopped writing? Of course not. One doesn’t cease having (mis)adventures merely because the nature of the adventure changes.

To live is an awfully big adventure.

But it’s always more fun when adventure is shared, so be sure to subscribe to my blog so you can receive notification when new posts are added. (I’m not exactly on a posting schedule, so updates tend to be sporadic).

Disclaimer: All of these posts represent my own thoughts, experiences, and perspectives. I cannot speak for anyone else, but I do speak in the assumption that there are others out there who share my opinions (Or who will at least find them amusing. ^_-)

In Which My Dream is NOT a Heartfelt Wish

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A famous princess once claimed, “A dream is a wish your heart makes.”

If that is so, my heart is making some STRANGE wishes, and I’m concerned for my heart’s sanity.

In spite of how fine I feel things have been going, I must have some pent up anger/bitterness/whatever-else-have-you lurking around somewhere in the dim corners of my psyche because this morning I woke up furious with the Physicist. I don’t think I have ever before felt downright wrathful toward someone over a DREAM–a dream that, if it had been real, would have taken place two weeks ago.

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In Which Weirdnerful Henceforth Means Wonderfully Weird

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In My experience, the first encounter after a breakup is generally slightly awkward– or a LOT awkward, depending on the severity of the severance.

Last night was the first time in nearly three weeks that we saw each other, much less spent time in each other’s company.

The Physicist and I shared dinner and Killer Bunnies with mutual friends last night, and the most awkward part about the whole affair was the complete lack of awkwardness. It is, in fact, retrospectively awkward because — well — first encounters after breaking up are SUPPOSED to be awkward…. aren’t they?

I’m completely weirded out by the lack of weirdness.

How weirdnerful.

In Which Weather is Symbolic and Details are Discretionary

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Since my employment in August, there have been only three occasions when I have cried at work:

The first was when I was given conflicting information and the grand run-around for why I was not yet a full-time employee after being told I simply had to finish 300 hours with the temp agency.

The second, when I was reprimanded for something I had been told was well done the day prior.

And the third was last week.

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