Dilemmas du jour or some such

Oiy! If you've read this blog over the past year or so you know about Jackass. Clearly, there's no need for me to remind you, and if you're that upset I didn't provide a hyperlink to his exceptional level of stupidity just look through the archives...like February for example. Anywho, I'm Crackberry blogger at the moment so deal.

I've had my rebound. Last April, to be exact. Yes, 2009 was my last contact. And yes, it sounds even more pathetic once I say it than just knowing it. None-the-less, I'm ready to date again. Yea, I just heard jaws drop. Bite me. I am. But here's the problem, or problems per se.

1. I have little patience for stupidity. I have little tolerance for masquerades. I do not believe in settling. More so, a good friend once told me that there are two kinds of women: those who are good with men and those who are good with horses and dogs. Guess which category he put me into? Hence, dating is a strange plane for me and one that scares the beejesus out of me. There might be the fact that everyone of them has cheated on me adding to my layers of current retreat.

2. I'm ready to date again, but I've had no interest shown in me in far too long. The dating pool in small town USA is virtually nonexistent, and there is one person that I might be interested in. Unfortunately, I don't know if it's reciprocated. Sadly, I fear that I just might be denying being lonely and desperate. Yea, I know... Here's the jaded chick freaking you out again.

3. I've NEVER been good at reading the signs of mating/love, so to speak. In college everyone and their dog knew a friend of mine had a thing for me. I did not realize it until after graduation. In grad school I learned that a good friend of mine had a thing for me all while he got to hear about Jackass's antics. That one I feel a bit of guilt over... So... odds are I think he might be sending signs but he really is wanting me to get the hell away. Or like when I asked a dude out and he turned out to be gay. That was special.

So ... My point du jour is that it is truly a pisser to find yourself willing, ready, and all dolled up with nowhere to go to.

Comments

Sarah said…
I almost just cried when I realized I'm good with horses and dogs too!!

I completely understand the feeling - I think I've been all dolled up and ready to go for like 2 years now. Hope it works out better for you!
March 17, 2010 at 2:33 PM
Sandra said…
I'm also good with horses and dogs and lousy with the dating and mating business. But unlike you guys, I've mostly given up...

Hope you both find what/ who you're looking for!
March 22, 2010 at 9:03 PM
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