I'd Rather Date Dexter

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I'll confess; when it comes to dating, I'm a bit of a disaster.  I'm a definite serial monogamist and one of those people who can tell (or at least I think I can) within the first few seconds of meeting a guy whether there's potential for swoon.  It's not a looks thing, it's a chemistry thing.  But lately, I've come to think maybe that approach is silly.  Maybe I've been overlooking some fantastic guys that way!  So recently I decided to act like a big girl and give dating (like a grown-up) a real shot.  Here are some highlights from my awkward trek through the dating desert during the last few months...

The first guy I met started off our date by eagerly offering "I'm really into physics!  Are you  into physics?"  I'm not sure exactly how it happened but somehow I ended up in a forty-five minute conversation about wormholes.  I still don't know exactly what a wormhole is.

No worries, on to the next guy:  a cute, shaggy-haired hedge fund guy from California ... who somehow felt it was appropriate to poke my arms and legs on repeated occasions with his extended finger to test how in shape I was!  Needless to say, no second date there.

But then there was the real estate development guy ... with whom I had a break-up on the first date!  Oh yeah, that happened.  He tried to convince me that we should "really try" at this and when I politely suggested the alternative he growled at me that I was making a huge mistake.  I think I'll take my chances but thank you for a lovely evening.

It was not all disastrous, though.  There was one boy who gave me a few of those elusive butterflies.  A smart, handsome, well-mannered, polo-playing entrepreneur who shared my passion for travel.  Sounds great, right?  Turns out he was dating two girls at the same time and telling both of us (polar opposites, btw) that we were exactly what he had always been looking for!  Did I mention he wore cowboy boots ... with everything?  This is something I had swiftly overlooked during the first few dates.  I should have known better.  Funny the things you can rationalize away when you're wearing swoon goggles!

You know it's bad when you'd rather be on a date with a serial killer than the guy you're with.  Even if he is a charming, well-intentioned, gorgeous serial killer like Dexter.  Or when an evening with a good book, your favorite sweat pants and a pizza seems like the more exciting option.  But I'm not giving up!  All it takes is just a few solo dance parties in said sweat pants to shake off some misadventures!  I know the swoon's out there!!