Men get scared. Men suddenly become nervous. Men run. What.the.hell? Seriously, they think that by going out on a date, it means that we ("we" being women) are all of a sudden in love with them and want to get married and have two kids and a dog or cat. Or whatever. Pfft. Don't flatter yourselves so much guys. A date is a date. Nothing more, nothing less. The past couple of months I decided to put myself at the mercy of my friends again and let them start setting me up with their prospective single male friends. Yeah well, that went downhill really fast. I went on a total of four dates with two different men. The first one I dubbed "the writer", he was very easy on the eyes, but a very dark soul. He was lonely, depressed and very angry. I get that writers, artists, creative folk, are emotional and passionate and have a "bad boy" or bad girl" side to them, myself included. But good lord! This guy would never crack a smile or have anything positive to say. Everything was cryptic with him. So why the second date? Well because as I said, he was easy on the eyes and momma didn't raise no fool! Alright I'm lying. I went on second date with him because I hoped he'd just had a horrible day the first time we met and things were bound to be better the second time right? Wrong. It was so bad, I'm not even going to discuss it. So then there was my second round of "Yvonne's Adventures in Blind Dates", which took place in December. This guy was a lawyer. A friend of friend of a friend. He was hot, he was a good dancer, he loved to laugh and make jokes. He didn't make me nervous and he didn't try to kiss me on our first date. But god did I want him too! Don't judge me. The only thing that was wrong with this guy? He didn't live in Houston. In fact, he doesn't even live in Texas. He's from San Diego.Yeah. In California. Waaaay over there ---------->! He was in Houston working on a case. He stayed a week. We spent most of it together and I eventually got that kiss. We even talked of me going to visit. And then, I find out he's married. Yeah. As in, to someone else. Why my so called friends would first, set me up with someone that doesn't even live in the same time zone as me, but then set me up with a married man, I have not a clue. Maybe I hurt them in my past life or something. Who knows? This is why I don't date. Men are scum. Ugh!
But that was soooo 2012.
Which brings me to my original story a few hundred words ago. What? I have ADD, just bear with me. Where was I? Oh yeah. Why is it that as a woman in her forties, single, never married and no kids, is like a green light to younger, much, much, younger men, to try and get into
So what say you kids? Oh and just so you know, I hate the title to this post but creativity left my brain an hour ago. I'm off to count sheep.