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...