Why I date like a boy

In the year I was single before my last relationship and the year I've been single since, I've made an effort to date and have fun but not get attached to every guy that comes along. The way girls approach dating is dumb. You're not going to be swept off your feet by a guy every time you go out to a bar and he's definitely not going to make you priority #1 over everything else in his life after date 2. Thats ridiculous and unrealistic.

Guys have it figured out. You should go out and have fun with your friends at every opportunity. If you meet someone, take advantage. But live in the moment, instead of looking toward the future. If you find someone you click with, great. Hang out, get dinner, go to a bar, hook up, watch a movie but don't try to turn it into something more than it is. I've found that finding someone I can get along with, enjoy spending time with, and have sexual chemistry with is more rewarding than getting all wound up about worrying about labels and exclusivity. Trust me, if a guy is only about you, he'll make it plain as day eventually. But having a casual relationship in the meantime can still help you feel smart and fun and desired with the added benefit of still being able to have your girls nights out, and not having to schedule your calendar around someone else's schedule, and be free to meet any other guys that you might have something equally as good or better with. I've met some people who don't understand how I'm able to spend time with someone or hook up with a guy and stay unattached, but for me I don't understand why every encounter has to be so life-changing. I'd rather get what I can out of people at that moment, have a blast, and then part on equal and happy terms.

I'm not completely cynical. I'll meet someone that will change my way of thinking eventually. I have a few times in the past so I know eventually I'll meet someone that will make me forget anyone else with testosterone even exists. So if you've met him, great. But my Be All is still elusive so until then I'm going to continue taking a page from the Male Handbook and just have some fun.

Bloody hell

Since 1999, while watching season 4 of Buffy, I've been in love with James Marsters. My heart officially broke this morning when I learned of his marriage. If he wanted someone half his age, he could've had me! Ah well, life goes on.

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