Where the Boys Are

Enough mother-blogging. Back to me, me, me. I have been on a third date with the Swain-In-Question (okay, I'm just gonna call him SIQ or Sicko for short, and yes, that means this relationship is probably doomed, but it would be anyway, so that's not going to stop me) and the fourth date is rapidly approaching.

There seems to be an unwritten guy expectation that on the third date Thou Shalt Get Lucky. Sicko (and I) didn't. And I'm not sure I'm going there on date #4. I like Sicko. He's pleasant and reasonably attractive. I just do the cost benefit analysis and I spend a lot of time analyzing. I don't think "Oh! My! God! I can't wait to jump this dude."

While it would be nice to have a physical partner, all the burdens that go with that just seem like too much. I still need to worry about birth control, even at almost 50. I'm so busy with my daughters that any time spent on my free weekends seems like a time vampire, draining me of energy and resources. And even though everything feels pretty good in the physical compatibility department, the idea of discovering that Sicko didn't get sex ed in France (and thus views the important female parts as foreign and unknowable) just seems like bad news I don't want to know about. Also, Sicko isn't just dating me, and I don't have the energy or time to date others, so there would be a power differential that wouldn't work in my favor, and I don't have the energy for the monogamy/exclusivity conversation that would be necessary at this point.

Add to those reservations that I have been incredibly busy with various offspring related activities, and I almost feel like I should cancel this weekend's biking get together with Sicko. Except I want to check out a new bike trail with my old creaky Huffy (bike brand) with Sicko, who is very pleasant company.

Well, I don't have to make up my mind now.