If you break up with him, and he's not all broken up about it...he's just not that into you

A very good friend of mine pointed out that I dwell far too much on the whole Sex and the City aspect of my blog. So it ends, now. I promise. No more...

So I have three dates this week, all with people I'm not terribly excited about. How much does that suck? (quit your whining, you have 3 dates bitch!) But seriously, is it more of a waste of my time to even go on these things? Let's review, shall we?

Date#1: Monday with the Dancer. He's a nice guy and all but see previous entries for how I think I feel about him.
Date#2: Tuesday with the computer programmer. He's very very tall and he likes indie rock. That's about all I got from our first date. The bar we went to, kinda smelled like pee. Don't get me wrong, it's a cool place. But I kept thinking, why doesn't he smell this? Why doesn't he realize that this bar smells like a bathroom? I think they fact that he didn't notice bothered me more than the fact that it smelled in the first place.
Date #3: Jewy McJewson. This will be our third date. No, no not THE third date just a third date. He hasn't even kissed me yet. We are delving into friend territory very very quickly and I don't think I even like him enough to be is friend. I mean he's a nice enough guy and all but really all I know is that I act like a work-a-holic flake around him (calling to push dates a little later so I can get a little bit more work (blogging) done, ending a date early cause I have to get up early and go to work, find a bar near to my work in case I have to go back...). I don't know why he keeps calling me. Maybe he likes me? I don't know how he could. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about the Tribe Members, but there's something just so overwhelmingly Jewy about this one. I can't quite put my finger on it.


So I've been dwelling on the breakup of me and the Lorax. I've forgotten what it's like to miss someone this much. I mean, he wants to be my friend. Is that enough for me? How can I be friends with the first persona in quite a while that I've actually considered loving?


So the problem now is what it's always been with him and me. I hold all other men up to this impossible Lorax standard. He was "so great" and you, well you suck. But the fact of the matter is, he wasn't that great. In fact, he kinda treated me like pooh...and that's precisely why I want him. Let's face it ladies, all we really want, is a guy who will treat us like dirt...no, that's not really it. He was sweet to me when we were together. But when we were apart, I don't think I really existed in his world. I imagine my being would float in and out of his consciousness but for the most part, I was but a speck on his otherwise busy life. Not that he was dating tons of other girls (I know he wasn't sleeping with anyone else) but he just didn't want to make me a priority in his life. Bummer.


So how to deal with a broken heart? Obviously keeping a ridiculously busy social life isn't quite cutting it for me. So I think Blogging will have to do the trick. Get it all out there, release the toxins. Make this a call to action for a fantastic, emotionally available guy who please please please lives below 14th street, preferably Jewish with NO cats, under 30 and funny. Must be funny. Is that too much to ask? I have a feeling it may be.