Had a lunch date yesterday with a guy who said he was good-looking - I knew better than to believe that yet I...was hoping. The last guy that told me he was cute...said he looked like Bruce Springsteen. Yes, about 50 times removed.
I suppose the guy wasn't ugly; he was nervous, now that I think about it. I tend to just sit back and watch, when it isn't maybe what I had hoped. And I JUST realized that is what I do.
So the guy I'm really attracted to, at the moment, is ... of course.... a player. Always attracted to a player. Those bad boys. Hm. So do I use him and lose him, too? I do not know. In the meantime, he is fun to flirt with - BIG FUN; cute as hell; and the only player I've met with a really great job.
Other than learning some things about me (too), along the way, one thing I am truly learning is that I want someone better than I have had. If he is an entreprenuer, I want him to be a SUCCESSFUL one. I can't handle those that have tried too many "adventures" and still coming up with muck.
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