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Picky is as picky does

February 19, 2007

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I really don’t. The world is full of great guys and not one of them is good enough for me to even want to give an hour’s worth of attention to.

It wasn’t much longer than a month ago that I was quizzing my good friend about my current “market value” as a woman. I figured I would get his honest opinion since I know he had a tiny crush on me at one time, (and I on him, just not at the same time) but now he’s married to someone else. I asked him if my being a single mother tainted me for otherwise worthy guys. I know that a ton of people date after divorce, and plenty of single moms meet great guys (take Woo-Woo, for example) and fall in love, and blah blah blah.

I guess I was feeling like maybe sticking a toe into the dating pool again and seeing what the water was like. I haven’t truly allowed myself near the pool since my ex and I split up three years ago. The closest I got was with Alissa’s dad, who ended up being more like the hot lifeguard that made me want to drown myself just to get a little mouth-to-mouth. The hot short lifeguard. Crap. I need to let that go.

Anyway, he was telling me that he didn’t think that my value had changed any, I was just going to appeal to a different market. He always knows how to make me feel better. Even so, I don’t think that I am any closer to dating now than I was a couple of years ago after the divorce.

Back then, there were a few guys that I dated — the cowboy (whom I have never blogged about – but maybe one day I will), the bartender, the older guy, and of course, Alissa’s dad, who I still maintain I was not dating — but I was never feeling like really jumping into the pool and seeing what fish were out there. I know that because I managed to find something wrong with every single one of them (too redneck, too drunk, too old, and too short). I guess it’s because I felt like I settled for my ex, I don’t want to feel like I am doing that again. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just too damn picky.

But how picky is too picky? One of the contractors that works in our office asked me to lunch the other day. He’s a nice guy, so I went. I kinda got the feeling that it was more than two people that work in the same office going for lunch, but maybe I was reading into it. Even so, I wrote that potential off before we even left — too computer nerd — and then kept building my case while we ate — too military, too into cars, too quiet — and it ended up being a really awkward hour, and later, afternoon.

So when am I going to meet someone and truly, genuinely going to give him a chance to win my heart? Alas, the world may never know…

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