The Beginning

Divorced after 22 years of marriage. Didn't see that coming. It was a marriage that was mostly good, but also one that led me down the path of least resistance.  It dawned on me one morning.  I could live another 40 years. Crap. And what's worse, so could he!  Immaculate house, dinner at 6, but not a lot of adreneline going through me. Unless I did something, the lifeless, boring road I was on was going to continue for the remainder of my life. And his. Unless, of course, I killed him first.  Since that wasn't an option....we decided to divorce.  

We do divorce very well.  And actually, we like each other again. We've come through it as friends and we occasionally go to dinner and a movie when our dating pools are a little shallow.  He's in love with a married woman, and I only like bad boys who break my heart.  So, we are a safe, neutral territory, but without the sex.  We love each other, but in such a different way than when we first met. He's still my family.  We just aren't a good married couple.  So many people have drama-conflama when they divorce.  I'm a lucky girl. 

So, along the road to recovery, I have started to date again. I waited six months before I started.  Sort of a cleansing period.  Like sorbet between courses.  It's been about 18 months of singledom and I've meet some interesting people.  Some in the real world and others via those popular dating sites scattered around the Internet. Men are not shy.  I've been asked questions I never thought I'd be asked by a stranger. From sexual positions I like, to my breast size. And all before the appetizer. Sometimes even before we make it to the actual date!  Maybe next time, I need to ask about penis size before I agree to go out with them....turn about is fair play.  Sort of a disclaimer. Like the ones at the entrance to the roller coaster...You must be this tall....er....long... to ride this ride.

These events, commonly refered to as dating, are pretty funny, and friends and co-workers have been after me to write them down.  Sort of a testament to my fortitude, I suppose.  And to the fact that people will say and do anything they think might get them one step closer to nekkedness.  Let me differentiate.  

Naked = without clothing.  

Nekked = without clothes and planning to have sexual relations.

So, this blog, is dedicated to those who find my efforts at finding a companion, suitable or otherwise, entertaining and laughable.  I personally have found it to be somewhat humiliating and downright scary at times, complete with a stalker.  This is my story.  My dating adventures...