"Long Time, No Blog" or "How I Spent the Past Four Months"

One of my foxy friends reminded me a few months back that it'd been quite some time since I'd last posted.  I was concerned I was beginning to sound a bit jaded, if not bitter.  And, frankly, to continue the blog and rehash old dating stories would pretty much have confirmed said bitterness.

Well... to be honest... I was a little, no, wait... a LOT bitter after the last guy.  So much, in fact, that I began a "dating hiatus" to last for a period of 18 weeks.

There are currently TWO weeks left of said hiatus.

Considering it a personal triumph, I made it all the way to the New Year before I found myself involved with a boy.  (And that was in international waters - so it doesn't count!  Hey!  My story - my rules.)  Since then, I have been out with four different guys - none of which I have counted as impeding on the self-imposed dating break.

But not for lack of wanting to.  Even International Waters Guy.  There was even a piece of me that thought maybe even he could be something...  But, alas, that is the hopeless romantic in me.  The naive girl who, deep down, really does want to believe that, eventually, one of these first dates will become my last.  However, THAT part of me... is pretty frickin' buried - because, the rest of me... always has one foot out the door...

So I guess we'll begin with IWGuy.  He was "my type" and if you know anything about my "type", then you know that I pretty much date identical guys, physically speaking.  I'm not exaggerating either.  They're all long-lost brothers or something, I swear.  God bless my family and friends for even pretending to think they're not all the same person!  (The sad part is that I didn't start dating that "type" until Jim.  Grrr.  Prior to him, I was an equal-opportunity dater.)

So, yeah, anyway, back to IWGuy.
   Cute?  Check.
   Personality?  Fabulous.
   Fatal flaw?  Georgia-bound.  Which is apparently enough for me to write him off completely, even though he seemed to hope (and try) otherwise.
   Where have I heard this before?  The Brit.  (Ooh!  Another story I should share soon!)

Then there was Guy A (mid-January)
   Cute?  Check.  But, sooooooo not my type!  (Perhaps this is a good thing?!?!)
   Personality?  Amazing.  What didn't we talk about!?
   Fatal flaw?  Wanderlust.  The 'not my type-ness'.  Either one.
   Where have I heard this before?  The New Guy (Who should hence-forth be known as The Tool.  Or maybe by his real name... because some people should not have the privilege of anonymity.)

Guy B (circa Valentine's)
   Cute?  Check.  Totally my type.
   Personality?  The female version of me.  (Don't worry, you read that correctly.  I said female.  And I consider myself very feminine.)
   Fatal flaw?  (see personality)
   Where have I heard this before?  High school boyfriend, Stan.

Guy C (end of Feb/currently???)
   Cute?  Check.  In a 'not totally my type, but I'm sure everyone else would think he was/is' sort of way.
   Personality?  Foreign.  Need I say more?
   Fatal flaw?  (see Guy D)
   Where have I heard this before?  Mr. Perfect

Guy D (most current... in theory.)
   Cute?  Check plus!.  ;-)
   Personality?  Amazing.  (Who knew that sweet and nice could describe someone I'D like!?!)
   Fatal flaw?  Newly single.
   Where have I heard this before?  The Minister.  (Good lord, I've got to catch you all up!!)

The long and short of it is... I am 99% sure Guy D will replay The Minister's scenario... and I can't fall back to Guy C (as there was no going back to Mr. Perfect after Brett.  Or for those of you too lazy to look back, who would want a hamburger after having filet mignon?  Even if that hamburger did have a ridiculously sexy accent... yum.)

So, yes, fellow Advil-ODers, it may sound like I am just super-jaded and am looking for flaws so as not to get attached.  But, seriously, EVERY scenario has happened to me before.  None of this is new!  (ummm.... note to self:  STOP DATING - you're starting to repeat stories!)  It would be one thing if I am comparing every situation to one stupid guy who broke my heart way-back-when...  Or if I am comparing them to mythical friend-of-a-friend stories I heard third-hand...  But, no.  This is old hat.

It seems like the guys I meet lately are just SSDP - same situation, different pseudonym.

I guess my question is... why bother?!?  Especially if you know how it's going to end...

....sigh....

Thank goodness I still have two more weeks until I pull the dating-ban.  This whole 'no guys for 18 weeks' was starting to get boring.... ;-)