A Date...

that leads to another and another, and then perhaps another. Is that too much to ask for? In this city, it apparently is.

I've been told by several people, that it's not me, and anywhere else I would be settled down, white picket fence, dogs and husband included. If that's the case, why isn't it happening here in NYC? Is there really something about this city that makes dating so difficult? Is there something in the water that makes men run scared from a relationship? Is it in the water, and if so, how far away do I have to get away from it?

I know that I'm picky. I want a boy to be stable and sane, to have his bags checked (so to speak), to be available and want to date, be able to hold up their end of the conversation, etc. I don't think I'm being that picky. I mean I know that not everyone looks like Brad Pitt or has the body of a gym god. I take care of myself, and I am a catch dammit! I'd just like to get past date number 3...

No More Mr, Nice Guy...

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so nice. Don't get me wrong, I know that's a good characteristic to have, but there are times that I wish I wasn't so nice. I wish I could put more of my bitchiness to use.

When you're getting the break up speech (it's not me, it's you) and they want to stay friends - I'm the nice guy that says, sure. No More Mr. Nice Guy would say F@#k Off!

When you're getting screwed over, Mr Nice Guy remains nice, No More Mr Nice Guy stands up for his rights!

I want a little more No More Mr Nice Guy in my life. I don't want to lose Nice Guy status completely, but I want a little more No More Mr Nice Guy in my life!

Change...

can do you good! I used the long weekend productively and decided that it was time for some change in my bedroom and in the living room. I wanted a new look. It was time to purge some things that have been just sitting around, collecting dust. It was time to move the furniture around a little, open up a little space. It was time to make things a little more open and inviting - maybe it's a metaphor for my life (that's a different blog post though, so...).

I re-arranged my bedroom, and can't believe how much better it feels - even with just a little more space available and not much moved around. The big change came in the living room. It's lighter, brighter and has a much more open and inviting feel to it now.

It is amazing how much a little change can alter your outlook and make things flow and feel. I feel lighter with all of the purging that I've done, and all of the re-arranging that's taken place. Now, there's a ton more to purge and the goal is to get rid of one whole dresser in my bedroom...so the challenge is on!

It's Not You, It's Me.

I know I'm not the only one that this line has been used on. Hell, I've used it once or twice. I seem to have it used on me more frequently though, and I think I've only used it once or maybe, twice. I won't ever use it again though.

It's such a crappy line. It doesn't really answer anything, and it tells the receiver nothing! Absolutely nothing! How many times can you hear it before you start to wonder if it really is, indeed you? I know I have been wondering that today.

I hooked up with this guy a few weeks ago, and during the hookup, we figured out there was a little more there and decided to forgo the hook-up and go on a date. We went out a few times, had a great time together, by both accounts, and there was real potential - at least I thought there was.

I would be mistaken on that count though, as I was informed today, that although he has had a great time, there's no chemistry there, it wasn't me, it was him. I was nice and understanding about it. He had the decency to tell me in person, and not over the phone or text or email. What else was I supposed to be? An ass? What's the point? Besides, karma's a bitch.

I just have to remember...it's not me. Riiiiiight!