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Can’t live with them.

Can’t live without them.

Can’t kill them.

But fuck sometimes, I wish I could.

Really.

So, I have dated some of the worst…and some of the best. Good ones, and bad. And I just keep on trucking. I keep on putting myself out there, hoping that one day I will find my “plus-one”. That awesome guy that I can just hang out with. The one fella that just gets my shit, and thinks I’m cool. Wants to be around me for a while, or long enough to have dinner and sex. Jeez, is it that hard? I think not. But hey! For some reason, it is. And that’s ok, really! Not a problem. I’m not going to settle for just anyone. I mean, why would I? At this point in my life, I know exactly what I want. I have list in my head, and I am checking off the boxes. What? You aren’t? Well, you should. Have a cat? Out. Have a gun? Done. Have a small dick, and a bad attitude? Fuck it. I am not wasting my time anymore. I swear, I think I’m going to start my very own dating site. The Truth Hurvitz-Men.com. Just for me. I’m accepting applications now. Ha.

So, while I was up north with my family over the past two weeks, I had a lot of time to think. And digest what’s been going on in my world. All the assfucks I’ve been around. All the guys that have been in and out of my life. All the time I have wasted. Hmmm. Have I wasted my time, or have I actually learned some stuff about myself? I’d like to think I’ve learned some really good lessons. Ya. I think I’m smarter. And I’ve figured some shit out. I know I’m impulsive as fuck. And I need to slow my shit down. Not jump into relationships so fast. Not every guy is “so great”. ┬áIn fact, I’m not even going to talk about a guy until we have been out on 7 dates. New rule. Lucky number 7. If he gets past 7 dates, I will call my mom. She is really sick of hearing about these guys, and then…they’re gone. haha. Poor Trish. What the fuck? I sound like a total nut job. And clearly, I am not. And after talking to lots and lots of peeps, I’m not alone. This is happening to all of us. Dating is not easy, and finding a “soulmate” this late in the game…well, it’s like finding a needle in a haystack. And just when you think you’ve found your “needle”, he tells you he’s got HPV. Or a wife. Or he’s got another date on Thursday night, but he’d still like to date you and decide which he likes better. YES! No.

But I have hope!

Remember that “Man and his Blog” contest I did last month? Ya know the one where I let all you guys write entries, and send them to me? Well, I got LOTS! Some were really good. And some were really great! And one was, well…awesome. It made me smile, and gave me hope. Hope. There is LOVE to be had! It’s out there, dammit! I loved it, and I’m going to post it. I promised it would of course be anonymous, but this guy really is a fabulous writer. And I think he should start a blog…all this fucked up dating shit from a MAN’S point of view. And yes, there are some out there. Man-blogs. Mark Manson is one of my favorites. But so many, including mine lately are negative…and sad. Poo-pooing love. But this entry I’m going to post is HAPPY! Like one of my older ones. Sigh. So, when I read it…I smiled. And I figured, all y’all could use a little dose of “good stuff”.

Here is how this is going to work, k? I’m going to finish this post…and then, I’m going to post another one in a few hours. And it will be the WINNER-WINNER chicken dinner of the contest (and I just might be posting a runner-up, too). Congrats, to all the “guys with guts” who sent me their entries. I am both flattered, and honored that you even took the time to do it. And I loved reading them!

Now, enough about all this shit. Back to me. And remember, this is MY blog bitches. If you want to spew your crap go get your own. Happy Saturday, and I’m so happy to be back! ;)

xo j

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