What's sex mean between the two of us?

Is SEX really the end all be all? Can't we ever just let the answers drift in the air for a bit, can't you ever just dangle and love the adrenaline rush of not knowing?

I'm OK with this, to a certain extent. If I'm OK with this, shouldn't men be? Good lord, the south confuses me.

Regional Differences

Texas men are very different from the northeastern men. They assume after two kisses you are theirs. Now many would think "isn't that what a woman wants?"

"No." We like you (men) need to search around a bit and don't need to be tied to one title immediately... it needs to be a decision with thought not immediacy. A conclusion, not an impulse.



There are the sweet ones and then weird ones. The ones that think you are meant to be, and then the ones who assume just because you are dressed nicely in their presence that you did it for them.

Guys, I don't know what type of messed up logic you reading, drinking, or eating these days... but you might need to have a serious talk reality. I know women aren't the most realistic people either... but, hell, WTF.

I can't deal with this southern craziness. I finally found a southern dude who I thought was a northeastern dude, but he wasn't. He was a mix of the northeastern distance without the northeastern passion, and a mix of the southern good 'ole (slightly chauvinistic) boy attitude without the the chivalry.



How did I get screwed into that? Well, not again. It's one or the other. Distance and Passion or Good 'Ole Boy and Chivalry...

Though neither seem ideal. Dammit. Maybe I should rethink this theory. Either way, there are pros and cons to the regions.

Enough said.

~Z

When it dies

Today I said to my colleague, "It's weird when you break up because you are used to talking to someone and knowing them really well, and then you go from that to nothing, to never speaking, to not knowing anything."

And he said, "Yah, it really is. It's as if they died."

Enough is enough

I spent the last 10 months with a man and I spent the last three months convincing myself that it was enough. I grew up, somewhere, and I started to realize what I want.

It seems like a radical concept, what I want... We always say "me," or "I" ... but sometimes when you want so badly for something to work, you end up saying "he" way more often. I have decided I'm not OK with that.

The best part about ending things when it comes to this blog is I am a far better blogger while dating than when I am in a relationship.

The moment I appeared single on Facebook, three dudes I haven't talked to in more than a year send me a message "How are you doing? Long time, what are you up to?" I'm not kidding, it was within the hour. Are you serious guys? I mean, come one... I've got better options than a Facebook message. Social media has diluted common courtesy and turned us all into meat market in moments of true despair.

It's feast or famine and in this world I seem to be very good at feasting, at dating multiple people, or finding someone who is a feaster... But when I actually decide to commit, what I do? I chose the famine man... this is no way to live.

I believe there is a middle, and now, my newest dating mission is to find the median between starvation and gluttony.

So let the new journey begin, I love dating, and I have many adventures to share, but I figured, I'd give it an intro and a sad train for my audience of no one -- for most journeys begin in solitude but end with great friends, or a great love. Or, at the very least, they end with the memory of those who took part in a leg of the trip.