When you hit a certain age, you notice the little things- such as the selection of available men. It’s like the last call crowd at the bar. Depending on your age, the last call night moves from the last call selection on a Friday night… to the last call selection on a Tuesday night.
You start to realize there is a reason these men were never functional in a relationship, or were even in a relationship for that matter. You can tell which ones were the divorcers… and which ones got kicked out of the relationship. How? The ones who opted for divorce are already married again and off the market.
This is what I’ve observed on the sidelines of life while I’m trying to figure out what I want. Granted not all chronic single men are losers, but those are few and friends of mine. In fairness for them- the women they have to select from are much like the men I have to choose… and their choices and my choices should all hook up and live dysfunctionally ever after.
Let me start the classifications.
Ugly, poor, and dull. These are the fillers in society. They must remain as fillers. Please don’t allow them to procreate. They are the Vegas sperm. They got lucky by getting a shot at life. Let them enjoy their existence via being occupying a stool at the local bar and cruising the porn sites. (points to my upstairs neighbor)
The displaced husband. Upper middle class men with zero personalities who were rejected by their wives, so they wander around aimlessly in search of a replacement. I’ve no idea how many of these I went on a first date with… and left it at that. Women, if you’re going to throw away your husbands, please give them back their independent thought before you unleash them back into the wild and PLEASE try to deprogram them. Most females feel creeped out by a man who offers to massage their feet on the first date and offer to be Mr. Fixit. And ewww to a first date calling you ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie’.
The play-uh. The complete ADD metro-sexual who can be a complete weekend blast when you keep up with them. But don’t try to find the layers, there are none.
The newly stung divorced man. He’s a cynic. Skeptical, assumes his ex-wives traits are yours. If someone has been divorced for less than a year or going through a divorce. Just stay away. He’s still a displaced husband with major relationship issues he’ll more than likely put on to you. There *could* be hope, but don’t stick around to find out. Perhaps you’ll meet him later on down the road when he has his head together and you can begin a decent relationship… perhaps not.
Ya know, I think that’s about it. I was thinking about the wonderful creative geniuses I’ve dated where the passion was something you couldn’t compare and… well they were much younger than me and untainted by a previous marriage… which the genius/creative types also have the ADD issue where you’re so dizzy by their scattered energy and the passion that can burn so hot- quickly and rapidly burns out, they’re gone and you’re left wondering what the hell just happened and trying to remember where the last three months of your life went. Toxic.
All the good ones *are* married or moved away. I really do hope the East Coast has a better selection.
Thanks Jesse for putting this in my head today lol
Speaking of good ones- Happy birthday to a couple of my friends. One I fortunately was able to wish a wonderful birthday and send a present to, the other… poofed, but I still wish both the best and the best entrance to a wonderful year… EVER.












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