Have I Become THAT Woman?

Things have been noticeably quiet on the blogging scene and it hasn’t been due to lack of activity, and I really appreciate the optimistic messengers.  The people who have reached out to me wondering who the mystery man could be, figuring no news is good news.  Ah…the kindhearted souls.

Wrong.

No Mr. Anything outside of some random dates with some new guys and even a few comebacks vying for another shot with me.  Definitely no one to write home about, though not entirely bad but I’m just feeling awfully blah about men as of late.  Like really, disinterested to the nth degree.

This could mean one of two things- I’m focusing on so many other things like finishing up graduate school and a major career change.  OR it could mean that I’ve become THAT woman;  the one who is so jaded from the last experience with a man she was involved with that the next probably won’t have a chance.

I don’t know how to describe my thoughts about doing anything with a man outside of a casual outing, but it’s as if I simply stopped giving a shit.  In my mind, it just isn’t worth the time or effort to get excited, learn about someone and later find out that it was all a facade.

While I know it isn’t necessarily the mature thing to do, I blame that LAST guy.  You know, Mr. Seemingly wonderful-got-it-together-and-am-interested-in-you-until-I-relocate-to-California guy.  Basically,  I guess I’m still a little pissed at having wasted six months of my life.

Ugh.

For my sake, let’s hope my sentiments towards dating with a purpose are only because of reason #1.  As my dear friend E would say, I shouldn’t give up on what I really want and need to remember to FOCUS.  I’ll meet the man who is deserving of me one day soon.

Until there’s a cure…

Carmen Jones