To all my datejenny readers out there, or to all that haven’t given up on checking my blog over the last few weeks, I’m back. I’ve never gone this long without writing a post since I’ve started. But I have a good excuse, and it’s quite an appropriate excuse for the theme of my blog. I have been dating a boy.

All those nights when I was lonely and had nothing to do but write about my singledom are now filled with the company of a 6’2, blue-eyed, former model who doesn’t want anyone to know that he is a former model. (He should have never told me.)

But I want to be back at the keyboard. If you don’t write regularly, the “writing” part of your brain gets fat and lazy, and it gets harder and harder to get the words out; and before you know it, “writing” was something you tried to do once, like yoga.

Most writers have a schedule. Stephen King writes everyday from 5 am to noon, even if he’s not working on a novel. David Sedaris always carries a pen and small notebook so he never forgets an idea (they come when you least expect them). Ernest Hemmingway had a quota of 500 words a day, etc., etc.

I…I have nothing, and because of this, I’m failing to become a writer. I have some ideas I believe are publishable, but because I’m not being disciplined to really write them, they’ll just sit on a shelf in my brain and collect dust with all my other dreams, like doing a headstand.

But it’s a new year, and although most resolutions end up in the brain’s dumpster after the first two weeks in January, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep trying to make resolutions. My new year’s resolution is to write every Monday through Friday. How much or for how long is to be determined, but I must write consistently, or I’m going to throw myself into a real dumpster. And if I can’t make it past the first two weeks in January, I’m going to start making “new month’s resolutions,” or “new week’s resolutions,” or even “new day’s resolutions.”

Anyway, I’m sure my two readers who have diligently checked datejenny.com everyday don’t want to hear about my fat, lazy brain but the juicy news that I’m kissing a boy. This new situation should give me some new material to write about, so I’ll write more, and you can read more, we’ll all be happy—except for him. He’s a little nervous about this blog.

Well, here he is. Quite model-ish, no? There is more to him, but wait until you see a full-body shot.