Dating in the Two Thousands has brought me to a shocking realization. I don't expect much out of dating anymore. Recently, I began dating someone who is thoughtful, kind, opens my doors, helps me with my coat, and pays for the date without question.

I wasn't sure how to handle all of this from a gorgeous, well-mannered, 33-year-old man (I know he sounds 80). On the one hand I'm all about opening my own doors, paying...etc like an equal. And on the other, I have to admit it was nice, I am treated as if I were the most respected and exhaulted of creatures.

And then it dawned on me...Romance! I had completely given up on romance. I had expected men to be unchivalrous. Is this really what dating in the Two Thousands has come down to?

So, while I continue to date Mr. Wonderful I will also be wondering, "Is this guy one in a million, or should I expect this from now on?"

Have you ever felt like everyone was starring at you like you had something on your face? A hair out of place? Tissue on your shoe? A stain on your pants? Wearing your pajamas? Riding two Llamas?

I don't know why but while at Southridge Mall, I felt like everyone was looking at me funny. I kept checking and checking, nothing wrong...not that I could tell anyway.

I seem to have had many lives in this one life. I've had so many different jobs, relationships, friendships. Traveled to and lived in various places. Had such surreal experiences. My life has seemed to change completely every few years...sometimes in a good way, sometimes not for the better. This life, however, seems (right now) to be the best yet. I have a job I love and am good at. It has great hours and pay that allows me to live a comfortable life. I am admired and respected by my peers. I have excellent friends, who are like family to me, closer than blood relatives. I only have one thing missing in my life, but really I am fullfilled even without that. This is a great time to be me and I am very thankful for all that I have.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

It is ok to BE in love. Falling in love is not a good thing. When you fall you are out of control, you are reaching out, looking for something to steady yourself. When you fall you always fall down, never "up". When you fall you drop under the force of gravity, to a lower place through loss or lack of support. When you fall you become less or lower. You fall apart. So try not to slip and fall into love.

I think google is stalking me! LOL! Look at my recent visitors...how come Bon Jovi or my new love Jim Parsons never stalk me, darn it!?