I kind of feel bad.

Last Saturday I couldn't sleep and watched a rerun of Sex & The City. The basis of this particular episode was that New York women were the "new bachelor". Granted, there was a nice pre-packaged ending where a glowing example of this sort of "bachelor"ette received a broken heart. I pondered this. I have a quite a few single women that I call friends. We all cringe at the thought of commitment or marriage. We all date more than we should and break hearts on the way. I'm proud to say that not a one of us could be called "game players".

Ironically, there is at least one person who probably feels that I am a game player. When I met him, I told him that my life was hectic and I wasn't sure I should give him my number. But I did anyways. And then, he gave me a dissertation on fidelity in long term relationships. I wanted to throw up on his shoes. I don't think he noticed the look on my face or the quick exit from the conversation.

He called. We talked. He wanted a date. I cried for two days at the thought of taking even one hour to get to know this man. I had things to do - namely laundry because I was out of clean underwear. I decided it isn't good to cry before you get to know a man - he'll make you cry too much later. So I called him. I was clear that we wouldn't be dating any time in the near future. The man keeps calling. Seriously, how do you not understand "the thought of going on a date with you makes me cry"?