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Time to Spill the Beans

Hey sports fans! It’s been a hot minute or six since I last blogged. I know some of you have been clamoring for the drama and nonsense that is my alleged love life, and yet I haven’t felt the need or desire to blog. Until today. I’m going to be upfront. I’m not in a good place when it comes to my heart. I was just having a text conversation with a good friend and I told him I was about ready to lock my heart away. He countered that hearts should always be open. My response to that was when body parts are bruised, battered, broken, shattered, we wrap them in bandages and casts until they are healed. So let’s talk about the latest (and semi-current), shall we? We’ll call him HH, which as has become my more recent custom, are not his initials. We met in January on ye ol’ Tinder. To say things were fast and spontaneous would be like saying fire is hot. It was a lazy day off for me and I was scrolling through my recent likes. I swiped right on him, and then he disappeared. Weird, bu
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Why Do I Bother?

When I wrote my last post, I was so optimistic. I had multiple guys lined up for dates and another who was a distance thing that seemed really promising. Now... yeah. Not so much. So M1 still wants a second date, but he doesn't know when. The Doctor and I are meeting for lunch this week, but we all know a relationship isn't in his cards right now. M2 never contacted me after essentially flaking on our date. My 6'4" Kansas Boy (I don't remember what I dubbed him) is still sorta in the cards, but again, not relationship material. The out of town guy seemed really promising. Lots of texting. Lots of pictures, the right kind of pictures. Frequently told me how beautiful I was. Often he'd text things that were putting the cart before the horse, but you can't say he wasn't coming after me hard. Until he wasn't. In the blink of an eye today it was "you should be dating other men, I like the competition" and finally "So let's do thi
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When It Rains... I Do a Juggling Act

I'm not even sure where to begin right now. Let's start with the Doctor. I did hear back the next day. It isn't quite a "two and done", but there's nothing immediate happening. Back story: he has two daughters. One is in grad school, but the other is in high school. The latter daughter is also adopted. If you have kids or have worked with kids, you know some kids end up with attachment issues after being adopted. He and I had already had a discussion about the tan line on his finger where his wedding ring once was. It had only been off "for good" for a couple of months. Why so short, although he's been separated for over 6 months? Because of the 14 year old daughter. Since the divorce is not yet final (although they live in separate residences, etc.), she insists they are "still married" and because of that she would freak if he didn't wear his wedding ring around her. Children are in your life forever, whether biological or a
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Two and Done (Late Post)

NOTE: This post was supposed to be posted on November 9. Whoops. Fair warning: I'm pretty blue right now. It seems two and done is the name of the game right now. First there was NDD. Now the Doctor seems to be a two and done. The second date went really well. Then he got sick with a cold and the texting dwindled. And dwindled. I asked him if he was ghosting me, and if he was, to just be upfront about it. "After last night, why do you think I would be ghosting you?" It was a valid point, but didn't explain the behavior. Yesterday I texted him asking to get on his calendar for Tuesday. He thought it might work, said he needed to check his schedule. He was going out of town on Wednesday and hadn't decided if he was leaving "early, early Wednesday morning" or Tuesday evening. Even though we exchanged a few texts, I never really heard back. Today I texted him that I hoped he was feeling better, that I felt his interest in me was waning, if I wa
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The Doctor

Among my general rules on Tinder is if a guy doesn't have a picture of themselves up, I'll pretty much automatically swipe left. Nope. Usually that's a flag that they are looking to cheat on someone or are otherwise catting around on the down low. But up popped a profile of a guy named... C... whose explanation for not having a picture up was because he had also come across some of his students on Tinder. But the kicker is that in his profile, where he actually wrote some stuff, is that he said he was "Sapio". If you don't know why "Sapio" is, it refers to sapiosexual. That's not some new sexual or gender identity, it means that someone is attracted to intelligence. I am also sapiosexual. While physical attraction is certainly an important factor, looks will fade. We will get gray, wrinkly, saggy, and gain (or lose) weight. Hair may disappear. And you can only spend so much time getting frisky. A great conversation is a key factor for me. Frank
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Mondays -- Part 2

Welcome back after intermission, sports fans! At the conclusion of the previous blog post, I had just started to introduce NDD, or "Newly Divorced Dad". Like his nickname implies, he is recently divorced and a dad. Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious! He is the same age as me, although technically 7 months younger almost to the day. Educated, articulate, and a teacher. Lives quite close to me, which is a nice bonus. And because I know some people at the school he teaches at, I was able to get a character reference before ever meeting him from someone I trusted, someone who I knew would tell me to steer clear if appropriate. The trusted friend gave NDD a glowing recommendation. We agreed that we wanted to meet. There was definite eager interest on both ends. But alas, a problem! It was Monday. I was leaving to go out of town early Wednesday morning and I was way behind on my preparations. What to do?! Meet for drinks -- and dinner -- on Tuesday night. Duh. Many
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Even Bach Had His Mondays - Part 1

For those who may not know, my actual life is that of a classical musician. One of my professors in grad school used to say when things went awry that "even Bach had his Mondays". That was his way of saying that even people who are considered masters of their art form have off days and don't produce their best work. It's been about 3 months since I last blogged, and in that time there have been quite a few Mondays. "Larry" and I decided to be FWB, and that has had more ups and down than a rollercoaster. Granted, a lot of ups. Fundamentally, he is a good guy who doesn't know what the heck he wants out of life and is staring down the barrel of the shotgun known as turning 50. And if we're going to be perfectly honest, he's also a functional alcoholic. Last night I was asked what exactly I meant by that, a "functional alcoholic". I am not opposed to unwinding in the evening with a cocktail or two, or the occasional beer. Sometimes, I o
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