Really folks, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.

I think I’m going to write a book about my journey through this thing called dating.  You might have seen my blogs about Adventures In Online Dating parts 1, 2 and 3.

Well this one deserves its very own category.

After 5 enjoyable dates, the following dialogue occurred over a blooming onion…

This post was originally in Psych Central’s main blog – I wanted to re-post it here in hopes it might reach even just 1 person who is in pain – who is suffering. It does get better.

He looks as if he got confused when dressing this morning in his Eddie Bauer hiking boots and his Armani suit. Then I remember the snow and slush I schlepped through on the way to his office. Always ill prepared for wintry weather, or just too stubborn to buy hideous boots, I sit on his leather couch, nervously shaking my wet, tennis shoed foot, legs crossed, pillow clutched protectively in front of me and my demons. For $135, we are reviewing my meds today.

On more than one occasion, it’s been pointed out that I “present” well. This psychological jargon translates into: me, looking just fine. By some unconscious effort, perhaps I do act in that manner. Still, no Oscar, or the riches that accompany it, arrives in my mail box. Go figure. Indeed, I am in grand shape. This is the only shape that I know.