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Moment of truth:  I have had some type of sexual or romantic relationship with the majority of my male friends. It's true.  If they can't cut it romantically or sexually, they immediately go to the friend zone--do not pass go, do not collect $200.  But they only make it to the friend zone after I am thoroughly convinced that I no longer want to play with them. Pause:  Admittedly these friendship don't last long.  "We can be friends," is really just a statement to keep the peace.  A politically correct way to say, "You are so fucking weird," or "Hey, you really suck in bed." I didn't realize though that this was such an anomaly until recently.  I'm about to show my naivete again.  So I sat around with a group of guys the other day talking about true friendships and those friendships that could be categorized as adult relationships.  I said, with full confidence, that I have several male friends.  They all laughed.  I was ...

This is a story about never putting anything past anyone.  When I started this blog, I said I wasn't going to talk about #59.  He's the equivalent of the forbidden topic.  I never wanted to speak of or hear about him again.  In hindsight, I think I would be doing a great disservice by not telling this story. I pride myself on the fact that, no matter what bad has happened to me throughout the course of dating, I can still smile.  I admit that this story is a little harder to smile about, but this post is going to be the equivalent of my chuckle.  I met #59 at the barbershop where I used to take my son to get his hair cut.  He was from New York, new to the area, and everyone thought that it would be cool for us to go out on a date.  We did.  Pause:  I usually don't like to stretch someone to their limits on a first date.  I try to pick a reasonable restaurant so that there isn't any stress, but I am a DRINKER.  I ha...

Yesterday I told you that I would talk about the last of the Starting Five (#76).  I will get to him.  Before I discuss any of my conquests and escapades with y'all, I usually discuss them with the ladies closest to me as most females do.  So I and a very good friend of mine were discussing a recent conquest of hers.  Pause: I don't use names, but since she's not on my list, she doesn't get a number.  For my friends, I will use code names.  Her name is going to be Sherlock.  Don't have a secret, because this bitch will find out! So we sat down to discuss this gentlemen with whom she was very much in love.  Super successful guy fallen on hard times (as many people have as of late).  So she did what any other caring and compassionate woman would do; she stood by him, was there for him, and gave him as much mental and emotional support as she could possibly give.  Not to mention the pussy.  As men typically do when things ...

Where have I been you may ask?  It's been more than two months you may say.  Well rest assured that I did NOT get a man.  No sir, not me.  I'm still as single as the day we started our conversations.  I never stopped dating, I never stopped writing about it.  I just stopped blogging for several reasons.  I never had any intentions of blogging during the holidays--that was my time for me and my loved ones.  I got sick right after Christmas, my grandma passed right after the new year, and I got sick again.  I ran into some very emotional things.  Anyone who knows me well, knows that I don't do well with the expression of emotion.  I'm still debating how to tell you guys these things--if I should tell you these things.  I started a new dating endeavor (we'll get to that in a future post), but more importantly I eliminated the Starting Five.  All of them (almost successfully).  I told y'all it was a numbers g...