I’ve dropped my feelings to the ground like loose change falling from my pocket. The rain came and washed away the grime that was sitting in George Washington’s facial crevasses. On a sunny day, I came back to that sidewalk; we once walked, to find those smooth, clean two thousand and ten feelings. I put them back in my pocket for me and that’s where they’ll stay.

Lately I’ve wished for my car to put itself into park, but it’s been in overdrive. I’m not quite sure what’s been happening. Maybe it’s that I’ve ridden myself of pollutants and that oxygen level that everyone needs to breathe, has risen. What I’m trying to say is that I have had a line at my door, a line of women waiting to date me. Where did they all come from suddenly?

I won’t lie and say that it’s not flattering, because it has been a nice ego booster. Everyone needs some of that on occasion. What I did forget about was the stress of dating and well, I now remember. Weeding through this line of diverse backgrounds, beliefs, personalities and physical attractions is a full time job. I seriously need an assistant to do the pre-screening or maybe a fluffer. Bi-women, undefined sexually-women, lesbian women, and married women have showed up to compete on my reality dating show. If only I could hand out roses or deny the rose giving, dating would be so easy.

I think I’ve come to a point where I can proudly say that I know what I want or at least I know what I don’t want. Have you ever thrown that, “I’m not looking for anything serious” cushion around? My pillow is so soiled from all the tossing it’s been through. I know there isn’t a need for that disclaimer, but it’s the safety net for those that are more prone to being live-ins on the second date. I’m practically the Great Wall of China and it’s going to take a nice full platter (not a pu-pu platter) to get to the other side of this wall.

So, to all you ladies out there; my heart is mine to hold for now, unless you are that magical platter with mad rock climbing abilities or a large masonry saw. It really is mostly about the magic though, not about my wall. That wall will crumble when it knows for darn certain that she’s the one to be let in. I might even hand her some of my loose change.