Well, ladies and gents, tis true: I am still single.

After being separated and divorced for three years now, best decision I ever made just in case you were wondering, I am still single. I was in a relationship for quite some time last year, one I have decided not to count because, well, it really sucked; I am still in the dating world. I don’t mind it to be honest with you. Correction: I don’t mind being single. The dating world is actually quite annoying. Men are actually quite annoying. And yes, there are some really annoying women out there, I’ll give it to the guys, but geez gentleman, wake the eff  up! I am not saying the ladies shouldn’t step up their game, nor am I man bashing in any way, shape, or form, but in the last three years I have probably met over 100 guys, whether it was from an online dating site, through friends, in my every day life, and not one has proved to be worth more than one date. One was, which is why I dated him for a while, but he turned out to be an emotionless jerk who has no idea how to treat a woman of my caliber.

I’m not sitting on a high horse, if that’s what you were thinking. Nor do I think I am perfect, but I do know my worth and I will never lessen myself to be with someone.

I hear people tell me:

“You’re being too picky. Don’t be too picky.”

“You want too much.”

“Stop being judgmental.”

You know what I say: “That is fucking horse shit.”

Yes, you heard it. Horse shit. I am allowed to want what I want, and I will not settle for less than that.

It is not too picky to want to be attracted to the man I am dating. It is not too much to want the man I am dating to be attracted to me. I am not judging anyone’s situation, nor do I think anyone is less than I am, but damn it, is it too much to ask for a  thirty something year old man to have a job, a car, a place of his own, a sense of humor, and a sex drive that will satisfy me? I mean, shit, if that’s too much, then maybe I’m doomed.

I have a job. I have a car. I have my own place. I have a sense of humor. And I have one hell of a sex drive that will leave my man without any complaints. I am also understanding, accepting, compassionate, supportive, loving, caring, educated, driven, motivated, self-sufficient, interesting, intelligent, beautiful, (ok- I’m a little chubby, but I am definitely working on being better every day by exercising and eating healthy), I can hold a conversation, take a joke, make a joke, laugh at myself, improve myself, and love myself.

So why shouldn’t I be too picky? Why shouldn’t I want too much? Why shouldn’t I judge the man I am going to choose to spend my life with? Maybe if I had judged the first one, I wouldn’t have been married and divorced by 28. I know I deserve an awesome man; flawed in his own way, but awesome, nonetheless. Why? Because I am awesome. And I know it. And that is all I have to say about that.