Serial Dater
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: Depeche Mode
Recently, I have been a major serial dater. Even more so than usual. Guys seem to dropping out of the skies AKA it’s raining men—hallelujah! Seriously. I am meeting men everywhere I go. I’ve been on so many dates it’s almost my fricking hobby. I should probably add it to my resume:

Hobbies/Interests: Creating art, making jewelry, hiking, cooking, music, travel, reading, entertaining and dating

Can’t you just see it? Yeah.

As mentioned earlier, I have given up on my active pursuit of Mr. Right as it just wasn’t working out. Instead, I am reveling in the enjoyment of the numerous Mr. Right Nows life is bringing me. This does not mean that I have given up hope of finding ‘The One’ someday as I am still looking to find the Bogie to my Bacall. I believe in true love and all the mush. I am a total sucker at heart but I digress….

The one life lesson that is being reinforced by this whole journey? Don’t judge people by their outer appearances. For reals. How someone looks on the inside is no gauge whatsoever of what kind of person he is on the inside. I have been out to dinner with tall, dark and handsome only to realize over the course of an hour that he is a small minded, mean spirited, horrid jerkoff. The contrary also is true. I have been out with someone who just wasn’t really my thing upon first meeting him and in an hour of talking about the world we live in and life in general (Yes, I ripped that off from my favorite Depeche Mode song ‘Somebody’), he became a Mr. Yes.

A pretty face and a hot body will only take you so far in my book if you are a dickhead or otherwise arrogant bastard (although it usually takes you pretty far if you are a seriously hot total harpy mean bitch—guys will tolerate that shit a whole lot longer than chicks will). I think what it always takes me back to is what my gramps always used to say--Pretty is as pretty does. Too true.

Someone once told me that my outside just further enhanced my inside. I think that’s a pretty sweet compliment. It’s also what I’m looking for in my Bogie—outsides are all fine and good but I want someone with pretty insides…
way harder to find than you might think.

‘Moral’ of the story? (I know, surprising if not fully scary from someone like me) Give people a chance. Go beyond the skin deep first impressions and you might just be happily surprised at what you find.