E.O.D.

It is perhaps superfluous to say that with the beginning of the year, one thinks back on the last year, for whatever reasons.

Maybe to measure just how far you've come along the path of "Becoming a better person".
Maybe to note the mistakes made, and vow to steer clear of those potholes in the future.
Or maybe to reminisce on the fantastic ensembles you'd purchased on massive sale.

On an uplifting side of this last year, there is one focus in the Realm of Meg that has been vastly improved upon.

The dating scene.

Since my first high school boyfriend, I have continuously had a steady boyfriend. It's not that 'Having a Boyfriend' is something that I felt defined me; I wasn't a desperate creeper. They just always just fell in to place.
After a massive break-up last January, I am happy to submit my Exclusively-Dated Tally Year-End report:
0.
That's right, people.
Goose-egg.
In the decade since I first embarked on my dating journey, it is the first year I didn't have a "S.O."
No, instead, I rolled up my sleeves and got in there.
Into the dating scene.
Well, as much as I could tolerate, anyway.
And the greatest accomplishment I feel I can claim from this past year:

I am an Equal Opportunity Dater.

During the course of one year, I went out with:
- Multiple men with children
-- A hand full of them with children only 10 years younger than me.
- Multiple divorced men.
- A Chinese man.
- A Navajo man.
- A black man.
- A deaf man.
- A man in a wheelchair.
- A man with one arm.
- A man with a full sleeve tattoo.
- A man with gauged ears.
- A man almost twice my age.
- A man nearly a foot shorter than me.
- A red-head.
- And the rest, who were neither stimulating nor noteworthy.