... funny, cute, single boys DO exist!
(It's just sometimes harder to find them than an egg hidden by the Easter Bunny on Easter morning!)
I had very fun, thoughtful, engaging conversations with two single boys yesterday. And those two little convos were enough to restore my faith in the fact that there probably IS a boy out there for me.
I just have to find him. (Unless I already have?)
(Sidenote: in the interest of full disclosure, one of the boys I talked to was Mr. X, and the other was a friend I've known for several years. I've purposely not been writing about Mr. X lately since, as you know, he knows about the blog and occasionally reads it. But don't mistake not writing about him a lot for not thinking about him a lot. And wishing he lived here even more.)
Phew. I was starting to think it was hopeless and that I'd never find a boy. At least yesterday confirmed for me that there ARE needles (awesome single guys) in the haystacks (plethora of douchebags).
Time to go huntin' for that needle. It's almost COCKtober.
P.S. Sorry if COCKtober is offensive to anyone. Read: sorry, blogmom and blogdad. But it was the first thing I thought of when dreaming up the name for next month's dating adventures. And it's just too effing funny not to use. At least, I think it is. ;)