I'm Back!

I know, I know, it's been two and a half months since I've posted anything. I just have not been inspired to write. I've been dating, here and there, but no one has annoyed/irritated/pissed me off enough to write about them. Nothing terribly shocking, no good stories to tell. So I'll just summarize...

There's a sexy Italian guy in Connecticut, who I have spent two long weekends with this summer and a fun week in Hawaii. GREAT sex, lots of laughs, many phone conversations. But I was willing to admit to myself that as much as like him, I'm not going to marry him, so why get further attached? There were other things as well, big things, but nothing I need to get detailed on. Suffice to say, it would not have worked out between us in the long run, and while great sex is enticing, it's not enough to get me to stray from my search for Mr. Right for long.

Between visits from my East Coast entertainment, I dated a few other guys. Because he has a hot temper/jealous streak, I tended to omit and/or lie about these other dates, as I didn't like the so-called teasing I got from him when I did admit to it. One thing I learned long ago is that if you feel like you have to lie, you aren't doing either person any favors. I tend to forget that though. So I'd just lie to avoid a reaction I didn't want. Bad Bad Bad.

One of the guys I dated was a nice younger guy named Josh. Went out a few times, had a few laughs, but no real sparks. I was supposed to call him when I got back from Hawaii, but didn't. He sent me a text last week, asking why I never called. I gave no lame excuse - just apologized for not calling and wished him well. Six dates and he never tried anything more than a quick kiss. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm not used to that from guys I date, so assumed he must be gay. Maybe he's just polite. Or scared of me. In any case, done with him.

Another guy I met at a gas station. He is the manager there. Cute and funny. Couple of dates, sex that lasted all of about 45 seconds, and he thinks he wants to marry me. I tell him I'm not interested anymore, and he gets all pissy - via text messages! Tells me I broke his heart. Come on now, you've known me for a couple weeks and I broke your heart? Give me a break.

Mark, I met on a plane to Hawaii. Talked to him for five hours - the whole way there. Went out for a fun, well-planned date last weekend, and he even brought me a book he'd told me about. But he loves beer and has two kids who live with him full time, and I just don't want to deal with that. So I said thanks so much for the book and the great evening, but that's it for me.

Mike, I wrote about in one of my earliest posts on this blog. Married guy I met on a plane (yes, another one). Turns out he was in the process of divorce at that time, and he has called me from time to time over the past eight months to see if I'd date him. I said not until the ink has dried on the divorce papers. Well, they got signed a couple weeks ago, and it will be final this Tuesday, so we've gone out a few times. I know, not quite dry, but close enough, and there's no real hanky-panky, so I figure it's OK. He's decided we should date eachother exclusively, as he thinks I'm the One, and just don't know he is the One for me yet. I agreed to it a couple days ago, as there's no one else I'm wanting to date right now anyway, but am not sure that I want to keep dating him either. He keeps telling me that when I finally have sex with him it will be far and away the best I've ever had, and he will "rock my world", blah blah blah. Kind of peaks the interest, but he is an admitted workaholic, is only in town one or two nights a week, promises calls he often doesn't make, and just seems like he has way too much going on. So that supposed great sex may have too high a price (if it's even close to what's advertised).

And that, my friends, is my dating life this summer in a nutshell. Kind of a big nutshell, but that's it nonetheless. Not too exciting, I know.

On another note, my younger brother has moved in with me this weekend, and loves to go out. We went to several clubs downtown last night, and I even danced! A lot! With men I don't know! And was molested on the dance floor by much younger men who told me I'm hot! And I didn't get to sleep until after 3am last night because I drank my first Red Bull. To strangers who read this, that may not seem like much, but to those of you who know me, those things are NOT in my normal way of doing things. So, maybe my life will start looking differently now that I have a roommate to go out with. New adventures await.

I promise to start writing on here more, and apologize for the long lapse. I'm back, and ready for.....whatever!