Another Blog?

I am seriously thinking about starting another blog (what is one more going to hurt?). This one is going to be how to get rid of women. This is something that I seem to be an expert at without even trying. Believe it or not, I do not even think it is anything I do wrong (you may want to think about that statement for a while). Women seem to come and go in my life at the speed of light. Some I date, some I don't. Some I miss, some I don't.

I can understand the reasoning behind the women I date exiting my life. It is usually something sleazy that I allegedly did (the key word here is allegedly) or they flat out think I am sleazy. I know that comes as a shock to you but it does happen. Sometimes it is something that the woman did that was beyond sleazy. For me to say that someone did something beyond sleazy is a powerful indictment by me but for a woman to "out sleaze" me, takes some serious effort. You gotta do what you gotta do.

My female friends that exit my life by choice is harder for me to deal with. It has always been their choice. Some start dating someone that they really want to get serious with and don't have room in their life for me any more. I can understand that. Some do it for moral or personal reasons. I can understand that as well. In the end, you have to do what is best for you and if it doesn't include me hanging around, then so be it.

I always take the loss of someone in my life hard and it does take me a few days to get over it. Life is about loss especially as you get older. How you handle that loss in the end can be very important. I ultimately choose to remember these women that exit my life very fondly. There is always something that they have done that I will always remember and it will bring a smile to my face. These women still contribute to my life long after they are gone.

A Family's Impact

Your family can have a major impact on your dating life. In the vast majority of divorced households, the children live with their Mom. In a dating situation, the man is going to come in contact with the woman's children much more than she will with his. If the kids act like yard apes and are out of control or if they are older and are in full "I do not have any motivation and you should support me until I do" mode and have no respect for you or your house, then the man is going to be looking to crawl out the bathroom window the first chance he gets.

Your immediate family (brothers, sisters, and parents) can also have a huge impact. If they are going to be rude to her when you show up at a family gathering with them then she is going to be looking to crawl out whatever window she can fit out of. That is why I am not taking my current girlfriend anywhere near my family. It is sad but true.

The Many Loves Of That Guy

In the early 1960's there a sitcom on TV called The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis. It was pretty cheesy even as far as 1960's sitcoms go. The main character would give a running narrative on all of the women in his school he was in love with, tried to go out with, and he didn't get any of them. The show is probably better known for giving Bob Denver of Gilligan's Island's fame his start in TV.

One of my female friends, let's call her "Butt Scratch", suggested that I am in love with the idea of being in love. I hate to admit it but Butt Scratch might actually be on to something. I have been in love a lot over the past couple of years but I read something on Twitter the other day that made me stop and think about the concept of love. I read that "experts" say that if a relationship lasts three months or less it was just infatuation. Four months or longer, it is considered love. I guess in between three and four months is that gray period where you are unsure.

I believe I have truly been in love a few times but the cut off point for my relationships seems to be at about the three month mark. I do not believe that those I loved, loved me in return but that is for them to decide. Maybe I never should have shown them my Longfellow. I still carry a little piece of them with me everywhere I go. They meant something to me at one time.