By surprise, it would seem that I have a somewhat stable love life. It's pretty weird considering how months ago (hell, weeks ago) I was still meeting assholes, going on bad dates, and conversing with seemingly masculine-identified men who, when they talked, sounded like Miss Sophia on V-103.

Lately, the kids have really been attracted to me. And by kids, I do mean damn near children. 18-22 basically. And it's not that I don't love the kids, but I'm 25 and I really like guys that are my age or older. I always have liked older guys. Younger guys just don't do it for me, mainly because of their maturity level. (Yes, I know there are mature 18-22 year olds, but I've yet to meet one in Atlanta who's not stuck up, pretentious or a wannabe model/student/singer/porn star.) The latest homme du jour is Tennessee, aptly named because he originally told me he was in ATL, but is actually in Tennessee (with no plans of moving). Actually, that's a big thing nowadays with guys in other states actively campaigning like they live here but don't. I swear, that gets me when you start chatting with someone, start clicking, then you go to make plans and discover they live in South Carolina or something.

Anyway, Tennessee had this thing where every other word out his mouth was some passive-aggressive attitude-dripping "I guess" or "Riiiiight….", and that just really got on my nerves. I mean I'd tell him that I was having a bad day and he'd just retort with "I guess". Not cute. Guys, if you do this kind of shit — and if you don't think you do, ask your friends and save us all — PLEASE STOP. Being impudent will never be in style.

After that, I had a date with a local author/playwright who had expressed interest in one of my now defunct personal ads. I'd go into details, but honestly, the only thing I remember from it was that he had on a oxford shirt with only one button fastened and I found myself grossed out that his sleeves kept dripping into his food and I kept seeing his nasty taco meat chest hair when he laughed. He was also enamored with the Dreamgirls soundtrack and kept singing selections from it…and he could. not. sing. I quickly forgot his number when we were at Starbucks and he damn near poisoned some guy's dog he had tied up by feeding him chocolate cake.

For those who don't know — whom I guess at this point would be everybody — I've started back talks with Hey Mr. DJ! and I have to tell you…he's actually been pretty good to a brotha lately. We rekindled that old flame about a month ago and have been texting and talking on the phone with each other every day. Of course, there's still that issue about him coming to visit me because he lives across town, but those battles have been less and less lately, which after a long day at work, I greatly appreciate. Sadly though, we're probably never gonna actually make that relationship leap, so because of that, I don't get "too" involved with him and keep myself at arm's length. He knows this though, because he's not looking for a relationship right now. In the meantime though, we're enjoying ourselves with sushi, text message and hot sex.

This whole "talking to somebody" thing is surprisingly comfortable. Go figure.

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