MARCH DATES: WHAT HAPPENED NEXT

Hmmmm ... this is going to be a short one as I feel like I really only saw a couple people on March but saw them often. At any rate, here goes ...

Dates Twenty Five, Twenty Eight, and Thirty Three: The Gentleman. We all know what happened. I can't write about it again and can't seem to shake the sadness. What I can say it that Wanderfull's comments about him are right on. Honestly, if he does reappear and ask me to see him again I should probably tell him to fuck off. But I know that I won't. Gonna think on that one.

Dates Twenty Six, Twenty Seven, and Twenty Nine: Backpack. Poor Backpack. I know I'll run into you somewhere, someday. I know that you have probably seen me still active on our little online dating sight. I know you probably think I'm a mean, lying bitch. I really hope you find someone. You are a fabulous man. Just not for me.

Date Thirty: PTC. He's a survivor at this point. We'll see if he jumps me when we hang out again. I predict for our next date we'll either play ping pong or participate in some live art making. Who knows? With this one, everything is up for grabs!!

Date Thirty One: he emailed saying that he wanted to meet again and I didn't respond. I'm still on the fence about whether I should respond when I've only had one date. I tend not to because I don't see the point but maybe I should ...

Date Thirty Two: The fact that this guy didn't contact me proves that there's a God. Although, I think I smelled him the other day ...

Well, February was the month of Backpack v. The Gentleman. Poetically, I gave Backpack the kiss off and then got the kiss off from The Gentleman. And in rode a man with a fake contact and a platinum tooth cap who tells me often that his current quest in life is to find a realistic looking pair of fake glasses to replace a pair he recently broke. His search thus far has been fruitless ... if anyone knows where such a thing could be purchased (not Urban Outfitters, their 'readers' look fake according to him) please contact me. Maybe if I'm able to find an acceptable pair of glasses for him, he'll be so overcome that he'll definitely jump me. Dating, like life, can sometimes be so pleasantly strange ...

I miss The Gentleman, though. And this missing of him makes me feel stupid and weak, like I've learned nothing from this whole process. I mean, we only had four dates!!! Get over it, right? Well, I'm trying. Seems that I made all these plans in my head, dates I had hoped we would be able to have as the weather gets warm and sidewalk cafes blossom and cool happy hour drinks become plentiful and I didn't even realize I'd done that. Until I walked around in the sun this weekend, wandering through my city, passing couple after hand holding, kissy face making, smiley happy cozy couple ... did I realize that I let myself get way ahead of myself with The Gentleman. And he's probably somewhere making kissy face and holding hands with XGF. Now possible GF. Sigh.