I asked a guy out today.  Well, sort of.    We’ve been talking online…it’s not really a dating site – more social networking.  He’s cute.  He’s also unemployed, just like me.  So I asked him to let me know if he wanted to go for coffee or Diet Coke sometime — something cheap where we may have a coupon.  Yeah, that’s how I roll.  Take a number, boys.

But it felt good to have the confidence to ask him out.  Maybe I’ll ask out the gym hottie someday too.  Why not?  What’s the worst that could happen?  He says no and I find a new gym?  Big deal!! 

I kind of like this confidence thing…I’m gonna have to create more of that.

Country Boy was going to call me this morning to discuss whether I was coming to his flag football game, whether we were meeting for lunch or just watching football this afternoon.  Um, almost 2pm and my phone hasn’t rang.  I love it when men turn into chicken shits.  Ah well, as they say, I just wasn’t that into him.  Next!

Something else has been stewing in this crazy mind of mine.  I’m unemployed.  I’m starting a business.  I already have 2 clients!  2 clients aren’t enough to pay the mortgage, so I do need to get a job, albeit part time or full time.  Oddly enough, I may have a job offer.  Not in the industry I’d like, BUT I know the people and they’re GREAT!  It could be part-time or full-time if I want.  I’d have insurance and up to 3 weeks vacation per year.  They’d pay for me to get my certification so I could do additional work for additional $$.  I like $$.  AND, here’s the kicker.  After a training process of a few months, I could work from home.  Wait, where’s the bad part in all this????  It is a pay cut starting out, but with the bonuses could be more than I was making.  Once again, where’s the bad?

So this got me thinking further…steady, flexible income; work from home opportunity…it might almost be time for me to start trying to get knocked up!  Yes, there’s no man, but there are sperm banks with a plentiful supply.  I would love my baby to have a daddy, but if I wait for a daddy, I may never have a baby.  Decisions.

I have a date on Sunday.  With a boy.  A real boy.  But…..(you knew it was coming!)……he and I aren’t so much alike.  He’s country.  I’m urban.  He likes to camp and hunt.  I like hotels with nice steakhouses.   So yeah, I don’t really have high hopes for this one…but I’m getting out there, no less.  Although it does concern me that he wants to spend the day together.  I’d be okay with a 15 minute meet-up for coffee.  He wants to have lunch, then watch football (he does like football…that’s the only commonality!), etc, etc.  So if you have my number, feel free to call me Sunday afternoon with a made-up emergency for a problem that only I can fix…alone.

That leads me to the next question – where are all the men hiding?  People tell me I’m a catch and they can’t believe I’m single.  Me neither!  And yet, if I ask them if they know anyone they can hook me up with, the answer is usually one of the following:

1.  “I wish I did.  All my male friends are married.  And all my husband’s male friends are married.  And every guy I’ve ever known is married too.”

2.  “I know a guy for you!  He lives in Antarctica though, so….”

3.  “There’s this one single guy I know, but he lives with his mom, doesn’t have a job and plays video games all day.”

4.  “My son is single!  Oh, but he’s obsessing over his ex-girlfriend who dumped him for another guy.  Such is the life of a 19 year old!”

5.  “Single guy?  Isn’t that an oxymoron?”

You think I’m joking.