#boylist

T: yeah…Mr. C-Beta, when you told me you had just been crying and needed a hug, it was the nail in your coffin. You broke one of the cardinal Cs of Doom. So no text back for you. Ever. Think about it.

K—After months of bad coffee dates, I meet Mr. Smooth. I fall for him instantly. He has a town house, a car, a successful business, and great hair. After great conversation he says goodbye with a handshake. WTF? Later that week things get worse when I discover what a happens when I combine wine and text bitching to my friend with Mr. Smooth relationship building. Yup, text sent to the wrong person. Fuck! Oh well, it was doomed from the start anyway.

T: Coutenenay Boy. Seems very sweet but I'm always skittish when I sense that someone is trying to pin their hopes and dreams on me before they even meet me. Most likely a beta who wants to shackle me down. We shall see. If I don't bolt like a mustang first.

T: Cute funny dancer at the club: good kisser. Intrigued and amused by him telling me I would need to sit in a bucket of ice after going home with him. But not enough to ditch my dragons.

A: black boy stripper. Need I say more?

A: 26 year old hot body. I posted for hook ups and it worked. Three times but another all talk.

A: Mr. photography. Mutual no spark.

A: Mr. Blind date. His 40th birthday. He was looking for a mom. No thanks. But I got a concert out of it.