A Woman’s Right To Choose
February 5th, 2010Your dating bonanza sounds a lot like the early stages of a divorce. You’re looking at a full, diverse menu, but you can’t decide what you want to order so you’re inevitably left hungry at the end of the meal. I remember one of my first nights out after my divorce was final. A friend and I went to a restaurant/night club. The place was crawling with women. And I was like a no-pest strip at a southern barbecue; the women were buzzing all around me.
First I ran into a woman I knew from our kid’s little league baseball team. She was pretty hot – a true MILF – but she always wore heels and makeup to the baseball games and that simply didn’t work for me. Her friends were drunk and kept trying to maneuver us into some sort of encounter. Deciding to cut to the chase, I walked up to her at the bar and started making out with her. She responded eagerly. When we were done, I turned to her group of friends, asked “Are you happy now?” and walked off. When she left a short time later she slipped me her number on the way out. I never called her.
After that, a woman I’d never met asked me to dance. She was pretty hot too, but was wearing a wedding ring. After we danced to a few songs, the band played a slow one. She pulled me to her like a magnet and shoved her tongue down my throat. It was tempting, but it was also early. Plus, I didn’t want to take advantage of some horny, unhappily married woman who might stab me while imagining it was her husband. I played it safe and slipped away with my friend. A half hour later, I saw her with her tongue down another guy’s throat.
Toward the end of the night, I ran into another woman I knew from the neighborhood. We danced a few dances and closed the place. She looked good on the dance floor and seemed like she might be fun off of it, so I asked her to dinner. I knew it was going nowhere by the time the appetizer arrived. I haven’t seen her since.
They say that finding love is like finding a needle in a haystack. They’re wrong. It’s not that easy. That’s why you don’t have to choose until you’re ready. That’s why you can indeed try them all on for size (well, maybe not literally for size) if you prefer. That’s why the only voice you should heed when deciding what to do and with how many men to do it is your own. As far as I’m concerned, you have a right to stand on top of that dinner table and collect resumes from these guys if you want. First of all, they’d do the exact same thing if they could. Second of all, and more importantly, you’re not going to choose whether or not to try them all because you can or can’t; you’re going to choose whether or not to try them all because you want, or don’t want to.
It’s all about choice – the choice is yours – and yours alone. I know you’ll make the right one.
As in – one.
