TWO THOUSAND AND FIVE

I just needed to spell that out. Numbers take on such a different character when you see them in writing. How did it become two-thousand and five? How did I turn twenty-five?
Well, here I am well into the new year and I made all of these resolutions ( stupid, stupid Nina) but at least one of them I will keep. I am running. I will be running in a 5k at the end of this month and a 10K ( or maybe a 5k run plus a 5k walk) two weeks later.
I am also writing. Somewhat. At least, I am taking a nonfiction writing course at UCLA. Somebody needs to kick my ass into gear and that is what my teacher offered to do if i needed to ( and I do). Now, the follow-through issue/ resolution which plagues my soul will always be my downfall. I see it and yet, well let's leave it at that.
On the boy front, I did it. I finally joined the internet dating scene. I am now officially paying to peruse all the jewish fish in the small and slimy LA pond online. I am not doing to well. Actually I am o for 0. Sara took a look at my profile and noticed that I was only checking out the hot guys. I blush because she was somewhat right. I mean, it is still hard to believe that there are so many good looking Jewish guys out there. ( I love ya Dad, but it's hard). We are a race of short dark haired individuals and while there is nothing wrong with that, it was fun to imagine myself with a tall, blonde Jewish guy. ( don't mind the sweeping generalizations). So I emailed above my level of attractiveness and subsequently wasn't getting very much response. (does that make sense?). I have adjusted my scale. (And I brought my height requirement down to 5'7"). I now email attractive and witty profiles. We aren't people, we are profiles. I have gotten better response but I have still not gotten a date out of the whole venture. They might as well call the service jdateless.com. Reading over this blog I sound like the most superficial person. But I swear, I SWEAR, it's the online dating service, not me. (So much for taking responsibility with my actions). YOu start objectifying people. YOu make snap judgements on they way they spell, on the people in their pictures. YOu latch onto anything and twist it, creating their personality in your head before you even meet them in person, if, in fact, you ever do get to meet them. It's just one big search for the next best thing out there. YOu know what? That just doesn't exist. IT's the grass is greener scenario over and over again, with each new profile that you look at. Okay, now I am just over analyzing.
I think I'm bored.