Allright. I think I am on a roll here. I have something else I have been thinking about, and it pertains to dating. I am raising my standards. Since my divorce people have been telling me to virtually give everyone a chance, you never know. Bullshit. I have been doing that and it's not working. I have been flexible (don't have a job, That's okay.....live with your parents, it's all good....sleeping on your ex-wife's couch....he is doing it for the children...). This is crap. Because I think that it is possible that I am sending out to the universe, well, just send me whoever. At this point, anyone is fair game. Chico is a pretty small place, and I know that there is probably a bigger pool of eligible quality men in a bigger city, but please. There have got to be more than what is being offered to me. So here is the deal. And believe me when I say this is an experiment because maybe I am wrong and I really am getting a good representation of what is out there...but I am done. I am from now on, only looking at, dating, sleeping with, men that meet every criteria on my list. You have a face piercing? Sorry. Went back to school and have no income? Not happenin. Smoke? Nope. Eat only Big Macs then complain about being tired all the time? Not a chance. I could go on, but I am sure you get my drift.
But. There is another piece to this. And that is, I have to make sure that I am presenting myself as the ultimate package also. To score an awesome man with all that I want, well, I gotta be all that this guy would want too. I suspect that the good men are having a hard time with the women available around here as well. And to me, this means one thing: lose the extra weight. I already have the great job, independence, great home, and charming personality (dont laugh) part down. But I got about 50 extra lbs that is keeping me from Mr. Right and continuing to keep me dating Mr. Well-kind-of-if-he-got-a-haircut. Without the 50 extra lbs I am carrying around I would be much closer to the complete package, and maybe start feeling like I have a chance with Dr. McDreamy or someone equally as sexy/cool. Or maybe, after all, I still will have to move. At least I will be skinnier when I do it:).