To Date, or Not to Date

This is the dilemma.

I can't remember the last time I went on a date.

Oh wait, it was September 12th. Thank God for blogs...

I don't think it counts as a date if it is a booty call, does it?

The dilemma is coming into play as I am finally, after about 6 months of working 12 hours a day, 7 days a week with the sporadic and rare day off, am going to start having at least one day off a week.

Maybe two.

This means I can date.

No more excuses.

I.suck.at.dating.

Meeting people is no problem. I'm a bit outgoing, if you haven't gathered that from my writing. I'm also what society deems "attractive" I guess, so there usually is no problem filling out my dance card. Oh, and I don't lack in the confidence department. *snort*

I used to be a certified bad boy tamer. I could turn a bad boy into a model boyfriend in a month flat. It's a gift.

I don't have that kind of patience anymore, and really, I'm attracted usually to the more geeky type? I guess you could say. Geeks never ask me out. Never.

Then the whole sex issue comes into play. I'm very picky about who is good enough to touch me. My sexual partner number is lower then most 15 year olds, and I'd like to keep it that way. Most men do not understand this coming from a 33 year old woman, but then again, I really don't care.

I have to know someone really, really well before it would ever get that far. If you have ever dealt with a loved one having AIDS, it changes your whole attitude towards sex, and exactly how important the act is compared with what can happen. I am disease free, thank you very much, and plan to stay that way. 1% chance is to high for me, as I've seen the disease ravish someone very close to me.

The boy toy was my first foray into the whole sex without strings, and while I'll admit it was great, he was also someone I knew for a long time, and someone who had an AIDS test.

So let's review. I like geeks who never ask me out. I end up with a bad boy that needs tamed, and then he doesn't understand why I won't do the deed until he is professing his undying love and dropping by the local clinic for a little blood test.

I.suck.at.dating.

So if all that wasn't enough, then they find out I'm not normal. I don't bitch, whine, or complain. If I am to that point, your ass will be long gone. You want to go out with your friends? Great! Then I can go out with mine! You don't want to snuggle all night? Wonderful...

I do all the things that men say they want, and guess what? It pisses them off. Men don't know what they want anymore then women do. I get accused of "not caring" enough or being "unemotional"... For F*ck's Sake...

If all that wasn't bad enough, then I have my rules. Oh yes, I have my rules for the guys in my life.

Thou shalt not forget to open my car door, or thou shalt not go out with me again.

Thou shall have a job of some kind.

Thou shalt not drink everyday, with seldom being the preferred answer.

Thou shalt never do drugs.

Thou shall have ambition and wish to better your life.

Thou shall have compassion and empathy for those less fortunate then yourself.

Thou shalt not be a whiny complaining little bitch because I do not cling to your ass like Saran wrap.

Thou shall be taller then I.

Thou shall have a family that I can stand to share a room with for more then five minutes.

Thou shalt not bitch because I work a lot.

Thou shalt not be insecure because I make more money then thou.

Optional Rules:

Thou shall have big thighs.

I don't ask for much, do I?

Yeah, I'm fucked when it comes to dating...