Dating for fun…

My friends are all urging me to keep dating, even though I have no interest and could potentially have to be forced into the car for the next one.

Josh sort of burned me out quick on dating the cute ones.

So I need help… Here are your choices… or mine rather…you get the idea. Tell me who I’m dating this weekend and I’ll set it up. 🙂

Rick is 36, lives in CDA, never married, no kids. 6′ tall, nice arms- agnostic so we can rest easy he’s not a scary baptist hiding in the woodwork.


My name is Rick.

Let me go ahead and reconfirm some items that you wrote in your profile to see if you have an interest in communicating further. I have a happy, drama free, laid back, stress free life. I am good to my word and follow through. I am usually good at making others laugh but I have a dry, witty, and sarcastic humor. I wear cologne and bounce between three of my favorites. I believe there is a cologne for the occasion and situation. I am educated, mature, and have manners. I am told by some that I have an old soul. Others have said I have a great smile and nice arms, however, I am not very photogenic. I believe I am much better in person with communication and my looks. I am very secure in my kissing abilities yet your spontaneous proposal may be stalled because I can’t dance. I do not have crazy ex’s that are in contact with me but I am in good standing with all to my knowledge. I’m comfortable with your independence and am also independent. I consider myself a person who gets the job done so whether that comes from me or my partner it doesn’t matter. I do occasionally wear facial hair but by no means am I attached to it. As for your *hate to add section* A) Not married B) Not unattractive C) Not a chicken and I am 14 years from being 50 but by that time I would hope that we connected enough to let me be my age 🙂
Best regards,

Not bad… well spoken… read my profile enough to list things I want… hooray for boys who pay attention- they’re my favorite.

Ryan is 32, lives in Veradale, divorced with a 5 year old daughter. 5’10″…

I couldn’t have said it better Cupcake,

I think you have an amazing outlook on life and relationships. something I think most people lack. I think you should always say what you mean and mean what you say. And I think integrity is something people have forgotten the meaning of. anyways I would like a chance to talk with you and get to know u if your up for it. Ryan

Doesn’t seem right to email him back and say “Well… sort of into it… depending on who & when you ask.

Geoff is 35, 6’5… divorced, 2 kids & lives in Canada but will be here on business this weekend.

1. I really, really love to cook in a crazy way and built my house around the kitchen.
2. Loved working in the sports world, but needed to do my own thing and be my own boss
3. Love o travel and have been too busy to think about it. Im back and ready to gooooooooooo
4. Kids…. well I love the monsters and wish I had mine 100%, but it’s life and it was a two way street.
5. Love to have fun… real fun and meet people. When this is in my life, I’m happy and it puts a smile on my face.
6. I would love to fly you up here for the weekend so I can meet you in person- no strings attached.


Who told Geoff I’m dying to take a vacation? All kidding aside, this guy has emailed me for over a month- and seems like a great guy. Maybe? Hmm.

Then there’s Jameson… my adorable black doctor that I’ve avoided since my last adorable black doctor. Poor guy…. and poor Jason with a case… who continues to text me a dozen times a day… ugh.


Thank goodness I did the dishes…

I woke up this morning bored out of my mind. Kids are with their dad- I don’t have work until Friday- and the mulch is nasty and slimy so I’m not in any hurry to rush out to the garden.

I’d gotten home fairly early last night- planted some more in the garden, made myself a pomegranate martini and took my knitting to bed…

Which is when I really started to question my shark habit.

I’m 33… single… laying alone in my empty king size 4-poster bed… in my empty house… with freshly shaved legs.

I should seriously start dating someone available for a more permanent and fulfilling relationship. Seriously. I can hear my grandmother saying “Ohhhh Jenni….”  and that’s not usually a good sign.

I read the Desiderata, reminded myself I’m human- and went to bed early.

I’d love to say I got up full of ambition and ready to take it all on… but in all honesty-

I woke up frustrated by my lonely silky soft legs.

I’ve never claimed to be anything less than co-dependent, I hate being single- which has annoyed my friends and family forever. So I’ve been doing the single thing… with a side of shark… which makes being single not so bad… except it really isn’t enough.

I should give him up…and I know it. I know already that I like him a little too much for my own good- and he’s poised to completely toy with me. Yikes.

So I’m not in any mood to get a bunch of awful stuff done that I’ve been dreading…and I’m just finishing the dishes when I get my favorite variety of text message…

O- Home?

J- Yes.

O- Can I stop by? Wanna have lunch?

J- Yes.

See how fast I cave? To hell with giving him up- so I like him too much- if that’s the worst thing then I’m already making better choices than the last time.  So at some point ya’ll might have to hear me bitch and moan about making the same choice twice and suffering the same consequences- sorry in advance…

He comes in and I’m immediately flushed…and he’s smiling.

O- What are you in the mood for?

I laugh and rinse my hands nervously and he walks up behind me, pressing up against me until I can feel the edge of the counter against my hips and his teeth on my neck…Oh my… and his insanely soft hands on those same silky thighs I was begrudging earlier, lifting the skirt of my dress up…

I pray to God and every Saint whose name I can remember that nobody stops by and ruins this… because in the 12 years I’ve owned this house… I have never enjoyed my kitchen so much.

He kisses me on his way out the door-

J- It’s nice to see you- I was so uninspired I didn’t have anything to write about this morning.

O- I know- that’s why I stopped by… have a good day.

Who could blame a girl for being hooked?