Jane Jones is Too Busy to Think About It!

I'm moving.  So, I have been apartment hunting and working and flying back and forth to L.A. to pack, and I have utterly lost sight of my love life.  Which actually feels okay, because I think that is the first time that has happened in, like, ever.  (A note to The Universe: according to what EVERYONE has been telling me for the past 20 years, this is when I am supposed to meet someone, when I'm "not thinking about it", right?  Oh wait- having a dating blog doesn't really count as "not thinking about it," does it?  Oh well.  And thanks for the cute property manager, btw!)

In addition to having no time to date, keep up with friends or go out, I also went cold turkey on the great time-sucker of our day: Facebook.  What started out as a practical accident became a choice that felt pretty darn good.  I think I know why: there are exes on there!  What used to be such an inexact science ("accidental" run-ins, updates from friends) is now an actual status update, in black and white, on your home page.  "HD is braising beef cheeks!"  Really?  And not calling me?  "Michelle Whoever posted new photos of HD!"  At a wedding?? Whose?  And wearing a cute hat- how dare he?!  This is terrible.  And it's not just the exes.  There are crushes, changing their relationship status, and guys who like you but you're not into, and guys you went out with three times six months ago, and people from high school and college who know other people...  It's a minefield.  I tried to go with it, updating my own status in order to seem more fabulous, specifically for HD.  "JJ is making it happen!"  (Seriously.)  I knew it was time for a break when someone wrote "you're going to need to be more specific."  I wish I could write "JJ has a date with a hot doctor who really looks A LOT like Patrick Dempsey" or "JJ just got flowers- again!" but, unfortunately, too many people know the truth.  And what about your "friends" posting unflattering pics of you, or writing private information on your Wall??  I know I don't have to tell you ladies this, but proceed with caution.  We've entered a new dimension.  (And if it starts to get to you, just turn it off.  It's been liberating.)