Something in the air

Definition of insanity: "Doing the same thing over and over expecting different results"

How many times have I sat on the phone complaining about a frog - listening to a friend tell me that I can do better blah blah. As much as I pretend I don't care I do care. Why??!!!

It all comes back to the fact I am expecting different results. Someone once said to me the way things begin are usually the way they end. If a man is off to bad start most likely he won't improve. Why must we try to excuse away bad behavior or even worse accept it?

Men is it really that hard to figure out common decency when it comes to dating? More importantly do you think that if you actually tell us the truth we can't handle it? I am talking about communication here.

I am a communicator by nature. If I had something to say to my wasband I wasn't afraid of what it would look like if I picked up the phone, but nowadays - a text is just enough. Rules of who texted last, was it open ended and looking for a response? All of these rules are frustrating and tiresome. I am losing interest and patience and so are my fellow single ladies.

One girlfriend had tentative plans and the frog never responded to text. A simple "Not going to make it out" would have pleased her and more importantly no disappointment or explanation needed.

I received a text from Mr. Toots last night verbatim "Now I'm pigging out on Mexican food, needed calories!" Not sure why I needed the play by play of his evening nor do I know why he needed the exclamation point but what I do see is that he is eating mexican food.

What I should have responded with "R u sure that is a good choice given ur issues?"

Unfortunately I did not have the courage to hit send.

Dating is stinky

Initial attraction. Check. Good job. Check. Hot body. Check. Good guy. Check.

So how is it that he made onto this blog?

After a fantastic dinner and a few glasses of wine we sat down to watch a movie and cuddle. Everything was going well and then all of a sudden he jumps up and gets his stuff.

"Everything ok?" I ask

"Umm yeah. I just have to fart and I don't want to do that in front of you." Mr. Toots said with a straight face.

I look into his eyes waiting for a smile to crack and him to say "I just realized the time and I have a big day.. blah blah"

Nope. So I just say "Ok. Thanks for the information."

Well after he left I was left with a bad taste, fortunately no lingering smell though.

When it rains, it pours

"It's raining men... hallelujah!" So when it rains it pours.

You have heard it said before either feast or famine and I am certain it happens in the dating world.

There is something to be said about the level of confidence a man can give you. All it takes is one romantic interest for the confidence level to shine and men to take notice.

At the moment I find myself with multiple options and I feel great. If only we could hold to this feeling even when there are no romantic interests. The confidence isn't because one of the interests is the next "one" or at least I don't think he is... so what is it?

Hopefully, when it does dry and it always does... I can remind myself there are far too many men for a drought.

Feel good guy

We all have them - those things we do that turn our days around.

Some get pedicures, haircuts, massages, etc. I try those too. Although, recently I have added to my list my "feel good guy". You know the adorable one that you can see a movie with, snuggle on the couch with and possibly even kiss.

I recently realized that I became victim of this scenario with Summer Breeze, a man I dated towards the end of the summer. When we hung out post break-up, mixed signals were everywhere. The day we broke up he kissed me passionately. When we get together to catch up we end up in a park hugging each other.

Trying to reconcile my true feelings for him - I suddenly realized that this man was just happy to have a companion at moment, someone to fill the void. Taking stock on the way it makes me feel the next time I call my "feel good guy" I am going to think twice and maybe head to the gym.

Summer Breeze

"Summer breeze it makes me feel fine blowing through the jasmine in my mind"

Had the two most amazing dates of my life with a man I like to refer to as summer breeze. Our connection was apparent to me about a half hour into the date. We were clicking on all levels and I started to find myself drawn to this man who I had barely noticed.

The conversation was amazing and the kissing was electric - the type of words to describe my feelings were frightening. I was warned about him so I tried to contain my excitement but I was met with equal excitement from his end and just decided to proceed with caution.

After our first few dates he left for a long vacation. Over the next three weeks we communicated via text messages, emails, and a few phone calls. The intensity grew but as the days grew closer to his return my nerves started to get the best of me.

From the moment I saw him in the airport I knew it would soon be over. The dating continued for about another month but the change was obvious. We were both leaving for trips over labor day weekend.

Summer Breeze had come over after he got back in town and he let me know that the relationship was over. He kissed me passionately and left the house. I sat there a little confused by the kiss and then I hear a knock on the door. It was Summer Breeze - he's come back to tell me that he was wrong and he missed me.

Nope.

His (borrowed) car won't start. I own a hybrid so of course can't help him so I had to walk next door to facilitate in jump starting the car.

Now when people ask what happened to Summer Breeze. It's easy to explain.

"Battery died."

The doctor is out to lunch

Still kissing frogs... (well didn't kiss this one - luckily)

On my way to take my daughter to a birthday party on Saturday, I ran into a chiropractor who I had gotten a few adjustments from a year ago. I had sensed that there was an attraction there but nothing more was spoken of it, especially since I was just getting separated from my wasband. We had talked a few times about his experiences as a single parent but never in depth or outside of a professional relationship - until Saturday.

After bumping into him randomly on the sidewalk he asked me out to lunch. It was a beautiful and warm sunny afternoon and I said I wanted to eat outdoors. He took me to a restaurant right on the water. The setting was picture perfect. We were literally on a deck on the water overlooking the city skyline. The sun was shining and it was warm but not hot. Across from me sat a handsome doctor and we were sharing good conversation and a few laughs. I am lucky girl or so I thought.

Until this came out of his mouth "So I had already decided I was not going to tell you this but I feel like you can handle it. I am dating someone but it is a little crazy because she is very young."

Me - "How young?" Now mind you this man is 45 years old and looks like he is in mid 30s.

"Nineteen."

With my jaw fully dropped open and the fact we were both parents of young girls I looked at him with complete disgust and dismay. He proceeds to tell me that it is not about the sex or the catch that he really feels like they are connected, etc. In fact, he says they don't even have sex.

At this point I am trying to eat as quickly as possible to get out of there but at the same time am like a deer in headlights and can't stop asking probing questions. "What is that they have in common? What could you possibly talk about?" Oh and as it turns out the girl lives at home ...

As I sat there with a lack of words and huge panic filled eyes the only thing that left me comfort was that somehow I looked young enough to be considered worthy of his time. .... yeah this doctor was out to lunch.

NEXT!