Kiss. My. Grits.

A fine looking, grown ass man — who’s also looking for something serious and whom I met on AFF — grilled me yesterday via text. 

“How many guys are you talking to these days??”

I was taken aback.  Prior to this question he’d asked me how my day was going.

“My day is going alright.  And why do you ask that?? That’s sort of out of left field.”

He insisted it wasn’t.  “It’s just a question.”

Mmhm.  Right.

I was honest with him and said I was, though I use the term “dating” only to mean I’m chatting with and occasionally going for dinner or drinks.  There are no feelings involved or sex.  I’m browsing.  Then he called me a “serial dater.”

I didn’t know what that was so he clarified that it’s dating more than one person at once.  

I was confused.  Isn’t that the definition of dating??  Then he explained his opinions  further.

“It’s harder to get to know one guy when you’re dating several don’t you agree?  Nothing wrong with it, it’s just harder in my experience to get to know someone when my time is split between multiple people.”

I pointed out that clearly I don’t agree and he went on to say it one more time for good measure: you can’t successfully date if you’re talking to more than one person.

And maybe that’s true for him because he’s a man and he doesn’t get a dozen incredible emails from a dozen great women a week like a woman might (like I sometimes do).  How can I possibly decide who to invest my time in if the criteria are first come first served?

So whoever sent me the email first gets the girl??  I don’t think so.  I think we all have to earn someone’s time and being first in line is hardly considered doing any work.

Likewise, he clearly doesn’t want to be one of many and this was his way of strutting around the coop.  And I can respect that to a degree, except we’re not meeting people in grocery stores, dances, and shopping malls anymore (I heard that’s where it used to happen prior to the internet, anyway).  We shop online with endless choices.

Today women are inundated with suitors and men are put in the undesirable position of having to stand out and they can do that in one of two ways: complain about the game or pretend it doesn’t exist.  

You can guess which one is more appealing.

No one wants a man who gripes that there are others when it’s the very nature of what we’re all doing.  I’ve thought a lot about what he said and I keep returning to the same conclusion each time: Until the cream rises to the top, you keep on churning.  Eventually the right person will show himself.

Kiss ’em.

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