Funny story:
My e-mail box is overflowing with e-mails from dating websites. Why? Well, I got a job writing reviews for said sites (hooray for more writing work!) and had to sign up for free memberships at all of them so that I could actually write the reviews (you know, just doing my job!)
We are talking about 20 different sites here people, and my stupid self didn’t think to delete the profiles as I completed the reviews. Now, Friend Finder wants me to come and meet my “sexy match” (SantaBear- A 47 year old man living in North Pole, Alaska and looking for love – swoon!), and Eharmony is offering me extended free trials to find the love my life is clearly lacking.
Here’s the problem (beyond the fact that I am getting creepy e-mails every 30 seconds from 20 different dating sites):
While I am not opposed to finding love right now, I am opposed to putting in the effort to do so. My heart is still slightly damaged from the last go round, and I honestly can’t imagine having the “I’m having a baby” conversation with a new guy; because how uncomfortable would that be? And what kind of guy would be OK with that? I pretty much picture him asking for the check as soon as I drop the “busted plumbing and using a sperm donor in November” bomb. That just doesn’t sound like fun to me.
So yeah, no interest in online dating (despite all the enticing offers my e-mail is now overflowing with)… At least not right now. I don’t have the time or the patience to go on a bunch of bad dates at this juncture in hopes of having that one good one, and I’m content with my quiet life for the time being. Maybe after baby comes I’ll be more interested in actually trying to find someone, but in the meantime: Unless I literally run into a hunky firefighter at the grocery store who knocks my socks off (i.e. is intelligent and kind, has green eyes, makes me laugh, and is all on board with baby making 2010); I’m sticking to tried and true.
That’s right lovely readers, I do have a man in my life who keeps me plenty satisfied.
I thought about taking a picture of he and I together, but figured that was probably crossing some kind of line. But…
He’s purple and takes C batteries. He makes me smile and is always there when I need him. He never talks back, never questions me, and never disappears from where I last left him. I can count on him to never cheat, never lie, and never abandon. Plus, he satiates me just enough so that I don’t find myself considering jumping into bed with the wrong guy just to satisfy an itch that hasn’t actually been satisfied in a while.
Pretty much, he’s the perfect man.
ADSPACE
