Silver Lining

So as I hear Plan B. talking to his girlfriend on the phone in his cubicle, and try to control my over-active gag reflex, it dawns on me that my options are dwindling. My dating options, I mean. I knew long ago that Plan B. and I would never come to be. Was it his lack of desire to be intimate with me at the end of the relationship? Was it the fact he continued to use me for carpooling and other such purposes, even when we had stopped being a couple? Whatever the obvious, kick-me-in-the-face reason it was, it doesn't matter. What's done, is done, and I'm trying to seek new options. Options that at one time seemed endless. Now? Well, let's just say that God has not opened any windows for me in the house of available and attractive men.

We've all heard the Plan L. story... 22, crazy hottie party guy, good for sex but not boyfriend material. He's my toy that I get to take out and play with occasionally, which I would like to turn into a hobby or maybe even an addiction, but it's not looking good.

Plan M., whom I've nicknamed HTG (Hottie Taken Guy), is fun to flirt with, gives me great advice, and if I could clone, would date his exact replica in a heartbeat. But alas, someone has snagged him.

And a new plan entered the picture this weekend. He's too young for me but is desperate for a girl (and actually prefers older girls) he can treat to fun evenings out. Unfortunately, I felt zero attraction to this boy. And the fact he's called/text messaged me more times than an obsessive compulsive washes their hands makes him even less attractive.

*sigh*

The only silver lining to my cloudy love life is that the only way to do a road trip right is to do it single.