So I stumbled 40 Days of Dating recently. I don’t know how I missed it—it’s been all over the news and in magazines and supposedly they’re going to make a movie out of it starring Paul Bettany.
(Then again, I always miss things. I didn’t know about Pete Seeger being dead until I got bored watching the State of the Union Address and logged onto Facebook. And I didn’t even know who Philip Seymour Hoffman was until he died. Last but not least, when I was in junior high and headed to my first weekend-long 4-H retreat, my mother actually pulled me aside before I left to tell me about “a new group called the Spice Girls” lest I appear as clueless as I really was.)
At any rate, 40 Days of Dating is a blog in which two friends decide to date one another for forty days. They fill out questionnaires about their relationship, go to couple’s therapy, write each other little handwritten notes, etc. And at the end of the forty days (spoiler alert) they fall apart and go their separate ways but remain (if one is to believe Cosmopolitan) very good friends.
I felt oddly voyeuristic reading their blog. (Which is weird, considering what I do.)
It was like reading a slam book, or watching a car crash. It bugged me—the fatalism, the endless self examination, the inevitable downward spiral of their relationship (and who the hell goes to Disney for a romantic getaway???), the weird videos where they sit there staring at each other with rats crawling all over their feet— but I just couldn’t look away.
Okay, I did skip a few days.
But I read most of them, once I got the hang of their uber-chic layout, and it made me wonder…
What should I do this time around?
Not that I’m ready for this time around to commence… not by a long shot. It’s been three weeks and I’m still getting teary eyed at all sorts of weird times. But I need some sort of plan. I don’t intend to spend the rest of my life wallowing. Thoughts?