The Common Denominator

I'm nearly 32 years old and just about every relationship I have had has ended in disaster. This includes being married for several years where that just sort of exploded in my face. I've dated the ultra feminine (yet not gay), the gay, the filthy, the filthy minded, the rude, the pushy, and the stinky ones. I reflect on my entire dating history and there are very few men that I would consider some of their traits that I'd like to find in a future relationship.

I do not pretend that I'm the nicest person; certainly not. And this blog is definitely reflecting some of my own poor choices and bad judgment calls. As much as this is a rant of all the crap I've tolerated over the years, I fully acknowledge that the common denominator is me. Yep, me. It IS my fault because I tolerated this silliness, I've chosen mates who are subpar, and I questioned my very being based off of their ridiculous accusations, assumptions, and opinions. None of that should matter.

As I air out my grievances, please note that I am still hopeful that Mr. Right is somewhere out there for me, just waiting for me to completely become myself before we make that connection. I am a lonely person but I also have been spending the last few years really enjoying my own company as well as the company of friends and family. I have enjoyed expanding on my hobbies and discovering news ones. So as much as I would like to have a partner, I'm perfectly content with who I am and where I am at in life. I also completely understand why some folks really love their pets!

So as a share these juicy little details of my pathetic dating life,  please note that names have obviously been changed as well as some time frames and places...as much as these bone heads do not deserve privacy (if only to warn other women that they might date), I do not care to take on a lawsuit over slander. I value myself more than calling out men on their specifics.