Men and Sardines

Dating: it's kind of like going to the grocery store, buying fresh produce, and then discovering it's all gone bad in a day or two.

I need to preface this thought process so those of you who think I'm bitter know I'm not. I'm simply exhausted both mentally and emotionally from dating itself.

In a 2 month period I had what my sister has creatively deemed as "The Failed Four" yes, all 4 of you should feel privileged to have received an official title other than lameo or tool.

What was rather eerie was all 4 gave me the relatively same explanation. Which was, they thought I was amazing but...

What else was creepy was they all 4 were relatively the same person. I guess I didn't get the clue after the first one. I had to go through 3 more just to get the wake up call.

Here's the situation: I had dated a real jerk for a bit who really had nothing I was looking for. Definitely on my list of life's top mistakes. Though, I did learn something. Don't date losers.

With that in mind I set off to date good quality men, so that's what I did, for a year. But not till now have I realized, they are poor quality... Just in another form.

All of them were really spiritual, smart , and ambitious. Great qualities right? But sadly they were all caught up in themselves.

I have weaknesses, I'm admitting this. I'm not here to bash men I've dated. In fact, I would love it if I could stand in front of you today and brag about the quality of men I've dated, but that isn't the case.

I challenge a quality, non-self obsessed, interesting man to step up to the plate. Really, I know they exist, I'm just waiting for them to come out of their hiding spots.

I'm through with playing hide and seek.. Or maybe it's sardines and all the good men have hidden together and once I find one, I find them all. Truthfully though, I only need one.

I'm not saying I want my husband to find me instantly (intentional rhyme) because that would ruin all the fun of waiting (sarcasm alert) I'm just asking for some proof that quality men exist today. But faith is not what you see...

So I'll continue to have faith, though I can't promise it on high levels, but it's there inside of me.

Dear Failed Four,

You all were great guys. I'm glad we were able to rub shoulders... Literally( because you all were physical touch phobics)

I just hope you find the strength to not be so self focused. Then you will discover the girl if your dreams, yes I'm a fortune cookie.

I suppose there are men out there dying to say touché.. I honestly don't think I'm an extremely selfish individual, at least I'm more considerate than the average Jane

Till then I'll just keep counting down well the amazing men find their hiding spots and I can go search for them..

1,230..1,229, 1,228....