Like Riding a Bike?

The expression "it's like riding a bike" has always caused me to scratch my head in confusion? I can assure you... the more I ride a bike, the better and more comfortable I am with this activity. And if it's been a while... watch out... I'm careening and toppling as I try to get my momentum going. I don't do much bike riding these days or since I graduated from college (And didn't do it much then. I was an Art major-- try strapping your portfolio case, canvas, and toolbox of art supplies to your bicycle?) So why do we say... it's like riding a bike, to allude to things that should come naturally?  Surely, you don't believe Lance Armstrong leaves his bike hanging from the little hooks in his garage until the day before the Tour de France? Some things may be picked back up like riding a bike, but they must still be practiced.


I think dating falls into this category. I've taken a bit of a sabbatical from dating. I actually just say this to soothe myself after I realize I've remained date-less since.... hmmmm.... February. Like it's my choice?  Not man-less, just date-less. This because, random kisses in airports do not count as "dating". Neither do drinks or dinner with my platonic (although extremely cute) man whore friend. Nope... no dates for me (man whores and random airport boys aside), in almost, gulp, one year.

I worry that I'm losing my touch. That my "skillz" are gettin' rusty and that if I don't "use it", I will absolutely "lose it." My friend enjoys date #3 for this week. One week. She's had more dates in one week, than I've had in the past 8 months. Truly pathetic- me, not her (in case that wasn't obvious). She did confess that she is absolutely exhausted from this entire process of going out looking cute and acting flirty. Whilst I am completely well rested on the sofa with my laptop, wearing my holey, bleach speckled sweats, a tissue paper thin10-year-old t-shirt, and enjoying the company of a fluffy white puppy. Attractive, right? I gotta make a change. No offense white puppy.

I once considered myself a dating "diva". I was a bit of a "Scarlett O' Hara", sitting under the old oak tree, because a "girl doesn't have but two sides to her at a table. Fiddle-dee-dee". No longer. My identity is now in question due to this disastrous dating drought,  and my overall anguish over my current job situation. No more!

Monday, I transition to a new position with my company (still corporate and still a "money" job- oh well). If only I could gain employment flitting about being crafty all day. Job Title: Craft Flitter (includes great base salary and an unlimited supply of glitter). I digress. Although the new position is less "prestigious" (I don't give two snits about prestige)-- for me it equals less hours, more "guaranteed" money (goodbye commission only-- bite me), and my office is now two miles from home... SWEET (maybe I could ride my bike?) Because I am anticipating a decrease in my overall stress level and time devoted to work, I believe I will be making the following changes: 1) Rejoin the gym (the sofa is gonna miss me), 2) Flit about completing many of my unfinished craft projects (craft flittering will be but a hobby- I can deal), and 3) Get a LIFE-- which will hopefully include some dating (and at the least- random airport kissing).
Please wish me luck as I reach up on my tiptoes to pull my dusty bike off its hooks and embark on the old overgrown path of... "getting a life." Followed, hopefully, by some dating. Need to meet boy first (ahhh... details, details). I will, of course, put on a helmet. Safety first, right?