Working the system

Well, so much for slowing it down to one track dating. I guess I got ahead of myself again. The sucky thing is I feel like I got stuck doing the dirty work in ending it. If they're not into it, why can't men just step up and be men? Like Paula Cole, I'm wondering, "Where have all the cowboys gone?"

It's gotten bad enough that like Maureen Dowd, I'm wondering, "Are Men Necessary?"

…and I LOVE MEN!!!!!

JM and I had a little IM-plosion yesterday. At some point things diverged and we wound up having two very different conversations. I think I've learned that men and women shouldn't send text or instant messages relating to dating or their relationships. There was a phone call last night that helped clarify things but I think the end result is that we're each better off on our own.

We've cancelled our plans for this Saturday, and my impression is that's it. I accidentally left my highly coveted and as yet unwatched Dane Cook DVD at his place, but he's agreed to drop it by my house sometime.

Just as well, I suppose. Regardless of how open minded I am, I'm not sure I'd be able to handle his inevitable kink... or that it would be good for my psyche long term. I think when you're exposed to weird things, it leaves an indelible mark on you that may linger much longer than your involvement with the person with the weird tendencies. So, maybe in this case it's better to end things before I start them. I'm still unmarked!

A close friend and confidant that I had dinner with last night reminded me that I'm doing the 100 First Dates for good reasons... and that JM was only one of remaining 80-something to go. Just because he came close to measuring up to my standards, and just because I'm tired isn't a good enough reason to stop working the system. I guess I've got to have a little faith. In the odds... in the system... in myself.

At least I've got tomorrow's date with B to look forward to. I know we're going to have a great time; he's a known entity from one of my social circles and always a hoot.