There are way too many times in my life where I have flashbacks of grade school gym class. Most people would agree that gym was not a highlight in their academic career.

I had a discussion with a friend of mine and my love/hate relationship with dating.  Apparently I go through phases of feast or famine.  There is no happy medium.  I am either all in or I want nothing to do with men.   I let the conversation end there.  I couldn’t actually go through with what I am about to write now.

I wanted to ask if he knew what it was like being picked last in gym.  That’s what it has felt like my entire life.  I was the girl that no one asked out on a date.  I was the girl who almost didn’t go to prom (I ended up asking a friend).  I was the girl who didn’t have her first kiss until she was 21.  So what do you do when you are the kid that is picked last or not at all?  You do your own thing.  You start your own game or you sit on the sidelines. Or in my case, you say that you have band practice and you use your fake hall pass to get the hell out of there.  I spent a lot of time in the band hallway and not in gym.

I was tired of sitting on the sidelines with the whole dating thing.  That’s why I got off my ass and started asking people out. Unfortunately rejection once again reminds me of gym class.  Hence my love/hate relationship with dating.  That’s why I can do it for awhile and then I just need to take a break before I have an emotional breakdown.  A person can only take that much rejection.