Tuesday, October 14, 2008

What Is This Thing Called "Dating?"

All right - so I put the ca bosh on sex with Hector. It may be something I'll regret especially considering I tell Jackie and Doug "We regret the things we don't do more than the things we do."

Ah, no one listens to me, anyway...why should I?

Here I am, a widow for two and a half years and still no date for the prom. (just an expression...I'm not really going to the prom)

I've sporadically gone to dinner, to a movie (okay once) and for drinks. A handful of men and no chemistry. What's the point? Until I meet someone I can't keep my hands off:

I'd rather play hide and seek with Skylar than hide in the ladies room praying my date will pay the check and go home.

I'd rather write in my blog while I sit in my underwear than be with an ugly 60 year old who farts in his.

I'd rather snuggle with my dog Tony than dance with a guy who has longer back hair than him.

I'd rather rent "Dumb and Dumber" for a laugh than be with a guy who's funniest part is his face.

Yup...I'm ready for a little romance - I accept that Jimmy isn't coming home for dinner. I haven't lost my appetite. I'm just a picky eater.