It all started with this guy…I’ll call him Ground Zero.
So we went on a date. This man is charming, funny, smart, cute and….not ready. Not emotionally available. It was quickly evident that he’s still got work to do. And I am not one to get in the way of self-actualization and enlightenment.
But I liked him. Ruh roh.
Oh, what to do?
I could have ignored the warning signs and jumped in anyway..(I can do this. I’ll show him how it’s done…)
Or, I could have finished my gin and tonic and bolted, but, boo..that’s not fun.
Instead I thought fast and made up my mind….I’m not going to date him (I’m 53. I know better) BUT that doesn’t mean I can’t see him.
So I made him an offer: let’s not date but let’s still see each other.
And surprise! He said yes!
I figured that if he’s out there in a flurry of dating, and I actually like him, which I do, that I’d better fortify myself with a little armor. And hence, the profile was born.
Now before you jump to the unsavory conclusion that all I’m doing is distracting myself from Ground Zero, I’ll just say…that is exactly what I’m doing. I’m distracting myself from him, from the cute guy who after a good first date and a promise to see each other again decided that he really wants to have kids after all, from the guy who came on all strong then disappeared just when my mind started to wander to picket fences, from the fellow on Bumble who looks like perfection in a lettuce wrap but who is suddenly too busy to meet up but he’ll keep my notes to him close to his heart – yeah THAT guy.
I’m using men to distract me from men. I’m not hurting anyone, because none of these fellows wants to put a ring on anything any time soon.
I realize it’s all shits and giggles until someone gets hurt. I fully expect to be hurt…over and over and over….
But the sting isn’t quite so bad when John4U is sending you a text and Bubbles41 thinks you’re hawt.
I am not dating a person, I’m dating one big mass of testosterone that together makes up a pretty awesome massive boyfriend. On steroids.
It reminds me of that Stones song…you can’t always get what you want; but if you try sometimes you just might find…you get what you neee-eee-eeed!
With a full heart, and an even fuller dance book, your Datergurl. Still in bed with the dogs. Still trying to LMAO.