NYC love fest

I moved to New York on the tail end of a very interesting time of dating in So Cal. Every area has its special dating 'air' one might say. Well So Cal has a stinky air to it. There are a plethera of skinny, hot, blonde, single, YOUNG women running around everywhere in bikinis. Most men have no interest is dating someone who is not seemingly perfect. Its very frustrating. Let me back peddle a bit.

As most of you know, I was married very young, but it lasted most of my 20's until 28. I loved my ex and we had a mutually retarded existance together. I didn't do much or experience life. I really thought i was happy because I had my man locked by LAW. Wow...was I wrong and WOW thank god I got to find out what the flip side is like. We divorced and I found myself in more ways than one.

With this came the eventual dating game. The thing I was SOOOOO happy to never deal with again at one time in my life, was rearing its ugly head. I refused at first to even consider such a horrid thing as jumping into the dating world, but alas I have needs like the rest of the world...so there i jumped! SPLASH!!! OUCH!

After a string of retarded men who obviously didnt appreciate me for my charm and intillect whom I met at work or through friends, I decided to try the...sshhh..internet. That was a charming experience. I found that men online are just, if not more, as retarded as those in the "real" world. I did it for a while until I met someone I liked who fit the image. Then, of course found myspace. Never joined to date. Myspace was good for one thing to me, keep in touch with my friends and maybe make some new ones. I have dated men from there, but it is very similar to finding men in a bar. They are all horny and will use ridiculous pickup lines. I was still looking for the perfect guy and mylord Myspace was definetly not the place.

One thing I learned is that us girls fall prey to looking for mr perfect as much as we find men are looking for that blonde running around in the bikini. The perfect man is just as real as the perfect woman. What I think I know now is that perfect is not so great. I would rather date or even be friends with the imperfect guy or girl who can just laugh and be real. Someone who is slow to anger, but quick to giggle at retarded things. Someone smart, but not educated beyond their intelligence. Maybe imperfect is the new perfect? lol

In the end, I found that what I needed to do was find me before I could find someone to love. Learning to loves ones self is the best way to learn to love another, right? God, i hope so....

In my quest to find myself I found myself IN New York. It was quite the change. Since no respectable woman moves across the country for a man, I of course came alone. My goal....to have tons of fun and experience NY for everything it had to offer (oh ya and find a job!). My intentions and goals in life have changed so much. The time is now...as Muse so eloquently put it. My chance to live and experience and feel. I showed up with a clean slate and the highest of hopes. As for dating and men, go dear lord, i had no idea. I was just going for it.

New York has so many peeps in such a small area. I was sure to be bombarded with tons of men...wooo hoooo GO ME! Lets see...what have I learned about NY men. They LOVE their accents, but dont want their women to have them. They were born here and don't understand why anyone would live anywhere else. They ALL believe that people from California are flakes and retards. They assume that because I am blonde, I am easy. I guess I have porn MADE in CA to thank for that one. Some positive notes so far on NY men are they are not as flakey as CA dudes, they dont try and come over to "cuddle" on the first date, they never try and split the bill on the first date (what is UP with that CA dudes??!!!), and they are more willing to date a woman who isnt seemingly 'perfect'. I like it.

The interesting part of my gig here so far is I have found so many transplants from CA as well as other states while I am here. I have made some awesome freinds....all who have done the same thing as me....move to NY on a whim to try and do something, anything different! Its awesome. So i also find myself dating guys who are not NYers but transplants from somewhere else, even Cali. Kinda makes me giggle.

What lessons have i learned...hmmmmm. Men are people too. You have to be comfortable in your own skin and the idea of being alone has to be something you can handle. I am so proud to say that I don't need a boyfriend to be happy with my life. Sex....now that is an entirely different story! lol

Stay tuned for a new blog on football.....and PICS! GO PACKERS.

im out!