How should I take this?

So I think it might be a bad sign when I have become such an expert on being single that I am gain asked to review books on the subject. While the book looks interesting it perhaps doesn't bode well for my growth as a person and recent couplehood that I am a little horrified that 1) I am apparently an expert on the subject of being unmarried 2) I am appalled at the idea that I need or that any single person needs to read a book on how to fix ourselves and become unsingle. Is there really something wrong with refusing to "settle" or have we simply just not met the person worth settling for?

Upon first look the book seems to suggest there is something wrong with "not settling" which also suggests that there is something wrong with being single. I personally don't really mind being single most of the time . . .It gives me freedom to enjoy the things I want to do and do them when I want to. I do when uncoupled miss many of the quieter moments of being with someone. . .the way they smell, kissing, having someone to tell your great and not so great moments to, and having someone to take care of you when you need it. HOWEVER, I reject the idea that there is something wrong with those of us who have chosen/or just so have not had the opportunity to get married.

Perhaps I am pickier but. . .this is supposed to be a life long decision and I thoroughly believe that one really should be sure before you take that last leap into marriage. Otherwise you end up divorced. . .just like more than half of all the people who get married today. . .perhaps they would have been better off if they had looked before they leapt.

Confessions of a Drama Junkie

So it has been a couple of weeks since I last blogged. . .Now without offering excuses I have been really busy collecting new stuff to blog about. So think of the last few weeks as research. In the last few weeks my nomadic romantic life has become somewhat more sedentary. . .with a new boyfriend in tow I have made the rounds to many social events as one half of a couple.

It is odd all of the sudden being launched back into couplehood and part of me craves the more recent unsettled past or perhaps I just miss the drama and the thrill of the hunt?

The new boy, "E", is great don't get me wrong. . .He does everything he is supposed to do and tries really hard. For example, despite initial reservations about my running at ungodly hours of the morning. Now voluntarily and without complaint joins me and my running crew at 6 am for 3 miles a couple of times a week. When asked why someone so opposed to morning would drag his asthmatic body out of bed. . .He says oh I just wanted to spend more time with you. What I don't understand is why I am not knocked off my feet.

My main complaint at this point is that there is just no pulse pumping excitement either good or bad. He is just so darned stable. . .and he just lets me win all the time. For example, the other night I was commenting that I thought I had been spending just a little too much time at his place and that the main problem with doing so is that there was no where for me to work. He instead of taking this personally rationally asks what I needed to work at his place and by the time I came over the next time the things I needed had just appeared. He just accepted the problem was his and fixed it and also said that if I wanted to go home then I was welcome to but that I was also welcome to come and go as I pleased. It was like unconditional surrender without the battle. Does anyone really want to win all the time? It just makes me feel as though I am playing the bully but the kind that is so big that they merely intimidate the smaller kids into compliance by their size.