In the world of the Mr. & Mrs. Rights and the Mr. & Ms. Right Nows, I find myself stuck somewhere in the unknown. Being below the average marrying age but above the age of guiltless emotionless sex with near strangers, I’d like to consider myself between a rock and a hard place–literally (think about it for a sec, LOL!). But most of those against mindless sex or genetically incapable of playing the field, opt for monogamous relationships. And the most serious of the serious make legit plans for marriage. I am not at all opposed to these serious arrangements. Rather, these arrangements are opposed to me.
I’ve heard it phrased several ways from various sources but the point remains the same, intelligent women suck at relationships (Find out why in this post from GALTime.com http://tiny.cc/2ws17). And unfortunately, life continues to prove I am NOT the exception, I am the RULE. Why? Well I have no problem taking full responsibility for this one. For one reason or another, I have probably dated every undateable imaginable. From Mr. Ex-Con to Mr. Lies-About-Everything-But-His-Name, I’ve managed to pick up more trash than Philly’s current anti-litter campaign. So recently, I’m doing a little soul-searching to find out why I am relationship impaired. Stay tuned and maybe just maybe (clicks heels three times) my self-discovery will help some of the other Ms. Not-Right-Nows out there.