i'll take some bs, straight up

i can't stand brad the ex-bachelor. first of all, i think he's gay. not that there's anything wrong with that. IF IT WASN'T A DATING SHOW.

second, he's an a*hole. all the times he said oh, you're perfect for me. gets out of the pool & says, i just feel like she's a friend. "& i have to say goodbye now." boots her off the show.

how many exes does he remind me of.

i had a boyfriend once that told me if a guy was talking about all the action he was getting, he wasn't getting ANY. he said it's the quiet guys you gotta watch out for, they're the ones getting all the chicks.

same in dating. it's the BSers that are the nasty ones. i love you baby baby baby baby blah blah blah my guilt is killing me cuz i'm cheating on you so here are some flowers/jewelry/chocolates.

it's the quiet ones that love you.

now, if you could just get them to SAY it...ok, i admit it, that's what flowers are for.

or are they for guilt?

i'm so confused.

dating suits me to a T

it's so funny that i get closer to guys on the train than on some of my dates. today i happened to sit next to this cute guy & was like hmmm, nice legs. long. great jeans. muscles. & how nice they feel all jammed up against mine. cute face too.

i went on a date once where the guy & i were practically sitting on top of each other on the train. then we got to the restaurant & sat down to wait & he was like 5 inches away. he happened to brush up against me & said excuse me. i was like, huh?

great singles think alike

[this blog is in response to Two Date Diva's commentary on "Sometimes, I Really Do Miss Having a Man in the House."]

so i was walking around town at lunch thinking, hmmm. it's really nice to have a man around but then, i've gotten by fine without one. i've bought a car, rented an apartment, saved for retirement, moved across country several times, traveled to more than 50 countries, been travel guide & translater in the outer mongolia of russia, driven in LA, driven in Boston for that matter, been hired & fired...all without a man to call My Own.

then i read Two Date Diva's blog just now & she said it so well. it's much easier to buy a car than kill a spider. dammit. though of course, some of those salesman just are so creepy crawly that you'd wonder what the difference is...

groucha marx

you know what quote i'm referring to.

"I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member".

apparently that's me & marriage. i'm just not cut out for it. i love men, i adore them, but it's not you, it's me, baby.

i've always known i am different. i just don't subscribe to the everywoman dream. sure, i get sad thinking i won't have it, but i just dunno.

it's gonna take a pretty remarkable guy to nail me down. especially since i don't pick carpenters. ;) meaning, guys that are interesting in nailing...well, except for the moment...