How much is too much?

How many licks does it take to get to---uh, never mind.

I went on 6 dates in 5 days this week.

My friends, I am here to tell you, that is too much.  My body hurts.  I've probably drank my weight in booze.  And I'm no closer to finding "the one" than I was on Monday.  (Yet my bank account is much healthier than normal, which is what happens when you have various men essentially buying your groceries for the week.)

I'll get into specifics in future blogs because some of these dates deserve their own entries.  However, let's discuss the lessons that were learned this week first.

Love lesson #1: A man who will exchange 15 emails with you, while sweet, probably only likes the idea of a relationship, not the reality.  New rule: 3 or 4 emails, meet, or move on.

Love lesson #2: Dating multiple men is a good time, dating too many men is a disaster.  How many times this week did I reference something I thought the person I was on said date with had told me, only to realize I had confused them with another man on my dance card?  I spent half my week back peddling faster than Lance Armstrong in the Tour de France.

Love lesson #3: Variety is the spice of life but too much variety leaves the tastebuds confused.  This goes along with lesson #2.  Dating SO many men means I don't have the time or energy to really get to know any of them.  I had been told this before by Millionaire, but being more stubborn than all three of the Billy Goats Gruff combined, I had to find it out for myself.

Armed with this knowledge I now have a few choices: continue saving money, trying not to be recognized by the bartenders in the most popular date spots in town, and having a bed full of dog hair, or bench a few players and maybe find the head coach of my heart.

(OK that metaphor made me gag but I was continuing with my sports talk.  Please don't judge me.)

The true definition of a friend: a person in your acquaintance who has some flaw which makes sleeping with him/her totally unappealing,
LL