Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

I have been on a high-speed dating spree for the last month.

It all started out with Twitter… haha embarrassing!

In the beginning of April, I met up with a Twitter friend who I had intended to be friends. There was so much unexpected attraction that within 48 hours of meeting him, it became a bootie call — well, bootie call was the intention. Having Drea and Alex in DC for the last 8 months — you can’t really develop a relationship under these circumstances with my priorities being focused on my family and all…

He posed the thought (post-romp spooning) that he didn’t care that I had such family circumstances — he wanted to date me. It made me realize: with Drea in the residential and Alex making friends of her own, managing her own money (sort of),  I COULD date guys with the intention of a relationship.

What a GREAT revelation! No more bootie calling with exboyfriends! No more bootie-calls with ”friends with benefits.” No more random hook ups — I’m way too old for that.  

Now that Drea was going to be taken care of in a long-term residential, I could actually date… 

So I went out a couple of times with him and was actually happy! I guess other guys pick up on a girl when she’s happily dating, so all of a sudden I was getting hit on, getting numbers, and getting asked out throughout April. At first, I ignored these come ons (some of whom were from HOTTIES!), because I was thinking of the first guy who I was “dating.” After a week of miscommunication and difficulty connecting with the guy “who broke my dating seal” I started to go out with other guys. I was a little disgruntled and also a nervous that my time of “freedom” to date would fleeting… maybe Drea would be let out early?  

Serial dating has taken its toll:

1) it interferes exercise, going out at night means later nights and difficulty waking up early for the AM workout

2) it’s hell on my diet. going out to eat a lot means weight gain. even if you order the right thing–there are hidden calories everywhere

3) it’s hell on my ego. I went out with this guy who I THOUGHT was into me, but then he never called back! He was pretty hot and told me he would call after his parents trip to town was over, but I got no love.

4) I get catholic guilt trips from saying “no” — after a date with this guy, he kept texting and calling me. I eventually had to tell this guy I wasn’t interested in a very direct way and I felt awful about it.

5) it’s exhausting! Dating involves you spieling about yourself, your life, your family, your work, your interests, blah blah and my life feels so complicated and so heavy, that it’s really fucking tough to tailor my life story to something acceptable and not S-C-A-R-Y.

Ironically enough, after all this dating I’m still enamoured with the first guy who broke the seal. He doesn’t seem to be AS into me and is super busy with his social life to really see me much.

So that said, EVEN THOUGH I have time and ability to date (and not bootie call) I am going to stop dating random guys. I’m also going to take a break from bootie calls. NO MORE EX BOYFRIENDS! No more Cleveland Park, Woodley Park or the others.

I know I’ve said that before, and while Cleveland Park is very enticing, I am going to quit all of these chumps! Focusing…

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