Some of you are expecting Road Trip Part 2 of my super date with a handsome stranger. But as I sat on my couch staring at my computer screen, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t know how to write about this one, so I opened a blank document and starting writing this.

Let’s talk a minute and talk about the real purpose of datejenny.com.

The blog has been a big part of my life since I started it 14 months ago. I started it with the intention to practice my creative writing skills. I had no expectations for people to actually read it. I don’t read other people’s blogs. I though it was somewhat narcissistic to think people actually care about the minutia of their lives.

So I was surprised when people seemed interested in mine. My family and friends sent it other family and friends, and before I knew it, I had somewhat of a following. I received a lot of positive feedback on my writing, even random fan mail via Facebook, which was really encouraging.

My posts have covered everything to family stories, unqualified political commentaries, and dating disasters, among others. The dating disasters have received, by far, the most interest from my readers.

My background in marketing told me I needed to sell the product people want—so I felt pressure to write more about the woes of dating as a single, older, Mormon female—from my mom secretly signing me up on LDSSingles.com to my non-Mormon friends wanting to set me up with their 39-year-old Mormon neighbor.

These are humorous things, and I want to write about these things is in a funny, light-hearted way. But it’s not always funny! You see how you feel after sleeping in a 2-day tent with some guy, alone in the woods, who never even takes a second look at you. So despite the comedic potential of this story, for I think it is really quite funny, I’m going to save it for later. Later when I don’t care if he reads it. For whatever you upload to the Internet is free reign, and although I’ve never really been that worried about some dude finding himself roasted on my blog, I’m still a little red after being burned by this one.

Am I going to give up writing about the woes of living life as a single, older, Mormon female? Heck no. But I want to go back to my true intentions for starting this blog—to practice writing—and not necessarily showcase my failures in my quest for love.

So if my blog numbers drop for because I talk about the boring minutia of my life, and not the roller coaster ride of men and dating, I won’t be offended. I’m not doing it for you, anyway.