a letter

Dear Somberero Wearing, Middle Aged Man throwing frisbee alone in the park at dark,

You're weird.

From, 

TLB

buddy the elf

One of my most fundamental dating mantras is every guy deserves A chance.  Sometimes however, I am slightly too giving with my chances. 

Case in point: Buddy the Elf.  

(names have been changed to protect the innocent. But Sweetie, curly unkept mops aren't cool past 4th grade)

 Date 1: brunch on Sunday.  Causes me to miss church, which he obviously didn't even think about.  AND my Rate A Date worksheet (thanks Hannah!) says high tail it outta there!

Date 2: pleads sickness an hour before.  Buddy, I really do feel sorry for you, but drink some of your maple syrup and suck it up!

Date 2 rescheduled: actually fun!  However, I obviously still have coodies, please stay 5 feet away at all times.

Date 3: can't remember? But I think it involved an argument about the corporate culture of Sams Club and trading gains. (seriously, you make toys for girls and boys, are you really going to argue with ME about hedging?)

Date 4: pleads sickness yet again.  However, this time it was 5pm on New Years Eve.  No I didn't make other plans...I thought I was going out with YOU!

Date 5: by this point, I just need to hang in there ...one ...more ...week.  Dog sitting is needed during my work trip, thank you!

Thankfully, now Penny and Grey Lady are seasoned enough city kids to use the doggie door whilst I am out of town, so dog sitting is not needed.  However, it did get me thinking...if I give so many second chances to guys who don't deserve them, do I deny second chances to the ones that do?

who wears short shorts

I saw an interview with a dating coach on the news last week.  She said that you should "become someone you would want to date." i had this in mind earlier in the week as I pulled myself out of bed for an early morning run.  

I put on my wool socks, leggings, tank top, long sleeve shirt, pullover, ski cap, and tennies, tightened up the hood on my pullover and headed out.

There arent a whole lot of people out running at 5:15 am, so my pool of men is pretty slim, and I've narrowed them down to two groups. 

a.)  Married.

b.)  Where do they even sell shorts that short.

Then I think about what my father would say if I showed up with a guy in shorty shorts.  

The laughing occupies me for a while.  

Maybe I need a new hobby.