Where Have all The Good Men Gone?

This is why I’m still Single #2

Where have all the good men gone?

They’re not on any online dating sites, that I can assure you.

Granted, two of my friends found love online, and I’m extraordinarily happy for them. And I did find one guy worth dating, but that was many years ago. Since then, what have I found?

*The guy who wanted to take me to meet his parents after we met for a drink.

*The guy who wanted to bring his mom on our first date.

*The guy who raised dogs and drowned the puppies that weren’t worth anything.

*Or how about the guy with anger management issues who wondered if his meds were working?

*I’ve met every player and wanna-be-player in the parish. The guys who impress you by taking you some place really great on a first date, then for the second date they want you to come to their place and watch a movie. Uh, huh, right.

*On the flip-side of the player, what about Mr. Too Ready to Commit? The guy who calls five times a day, just to see what you’re doing?

Yep, I’ve found them all.

Where are the normal guys? I do have many guy friends, and most are normal. Well, pretty normal. If they were truly normal they wouldn’t be my friends. I’ll take semi-normal. I know those guys are out there.

At this point, I’d rather sit through a speech by Barack Obama than endure another dinner and a movie.

Is it just me, or did dating seem so much simpler in our twenties? In our twenties, we met someone, felt a spark, and Presto! We’re in a relationship. In our thirties, it seems so much harder. We meet someone, hope for a spark, and when it doesn’t flame up, we start all over again. Do we tend to over think things? Or again, is that just me?

Right now, it would take more than dinner and a movie to impress me. Be original. My favorite first date was dinner and a drive out to the lake. The stars were shining, the moon reflected off the water, the sounds of the waves and the night insects were the music. A few years later, I almost married that guy. Apparently, originality goes a long way.

Maybe it’s not just someone normal, maybe I’m just looking for that guy that stands out. The guy willing to go that extra mile to impress me.

After all, am I not worthy of an extra mile?

I AM Queen Alisha.


For now, I’m going to do some castle cleaning and enjoy yet another day off.

Here’s to the good men out there! I know you’re there somewhere!


I’m out!

FWB, Booty Calls, and Bed (Bugs) Buddies

“She’s not my lady
She’s just a girl on the side….”—-Travis Matte, “Booty Call”

I was reading through my old blogs yesterday, picking some to post on urbis to get some feedback. I’m thinking of putting a few together and submitting them to a magazine or putting a bunch of them together and trying to publish them in a collection.

As I was reading, I realized there’s really one type of relationship I hadn’t addressed yet.

The bed buddy

The friends with benefits (or FWB)

The booty call

While I was a member of Match.com, Yahoo Personals, and some of the other online dating sites (yes, I tried them all, I think), it was amazing to me how many guys were really looking for this kind of situation.  (If you need any feedback on dating sites, I’m your girl! I’m quite the expert!)

No committment, no responsibility, no emotional connection.


I’m not sure how many women are looking for the same thing.

I’ve had female friends tell me it’s a good thing, and some say that it’s a bad thing.

On one hand, I can see how it’s a good idea. One can live their life as they choose without having to answer to anyone. You can hang out with friends, go on dates with other guys, whatever. There’s no real emotional connection, so there’s no real chance of getting hurt. I think it’s a little like having your cake and eating it too.

The bad?

There’s no real emotional connection. And if there’s no emotional connection should you really be doing something like that at all? Is passion enough?

I don’t know.

I guess if I want to find out I can re-subscribe to the online personals and find out.


Yeah, right.

I might get something penicillin won’t get rid of.

And I’m allergic to penicillin anyway.

I’d have no chance whatsoever of finding someone with hives all over me and vomit in my hair.

Probably not a good idea for me.


Until next time……


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