Date with the Cowboy.. ooh boy!

Too much cologne and hard of hearing.. and the kiss good night was a bit over the top.. ...  nothing smooth going on there, dammit! Grabbed my head and neck and cleaned my cavities! Holy Cow!! I am really trying to be a good sport and not a snob, but really? By 60, should we not know how to kiss a gal good night?

Ah well, we can't win them all, and I did begin blogging by saying this was about 50 first dates. I am going to have to go back and do a head count.. yes, I said that.. a head count! Truth is, I have not and am not sleeping with them all, and cannot comment directly on the heads...(wink, wink). Moving on....

The weekend has come and almost gone with no new adventures, but certainly an old one has taken a turn. The Musical Motorcycle Man (3M?) has some sticky issues.. most of which are of his own making. They run the risk, however, of becoming mine when the roommate turns out to be a GF after all and is not happy about a rainy day bike ride.. seems, she thinks, we have this in common and wants to friend me.. I don't think so! I can only think it is a good thing he has defriended me! Who really needs the drama? And as much as I would like this to be an interrobang moment, it is not. It is only sad. Where have all the back bones gone, long time passing..  Seems to me that they have just disappeared. How did this happen!? Honesty seems to be passing too.. sad, just sad.

So what is going on with middle aged men these days? They seem to be of a couple of types.. in for the sex, having forgotten that the Age of Aquarius is long over,  or running scared - please don't hurt me! Then there are the marry me/live with  me group who only want to know someone will do their laundry and maybe cook them a good meal. Oh, and let us not forget the I have kids who need a mother group... But wait, I need a mother too!
 

I'm sure I no longer know what normal is, other than a town in IL; and if this is it for men.. I am more than a little worried...

~A. Tan Gledmess