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This week I severely bruised my big toe right on the joint.

As I limped around, I fell and scratched my other foot right where the crease is that you bend with every step. The following day I got the flu or some sort of stomach bug that took me out for several days. As I hobbled up and down the stairs, sweating profusely while having the chills so I could let my dogs out, I longed for a significant other. Or even a semi-significant other. Anyone really who had time on there hands and could sleep over.

The experience renewed my determination and after I felt better, or looked presentable rather, I had my Skype date with the hottie from across the pond.

FaceTime, actually.

It was the first time I “met” someone this way and I was pleased to see he was even cuter than his picture. Thank goodness he wasn’t some creepy ogre in disguise, because by the time I could verify that he would already have my cell number. He was sweet and fun to talk to. I’m happy that we are still texting but it’s hard to really get to know someone until you spend time with them. Anyone can say or act however they want via messages but until you are around them you never really know.

I was thinking about just that on my way to meet my ex. I had some mail that was delivered to my place to pass along to him. Rather than either of us driving all the way, we decided to meet in the middle and have dinner. I am a very specific about what I eat and never order anything “as is” off a menu. In addition, whatever I get I need about 13 sauces on the side even if they charge a dollar a pop. So, after my seven minute dialogue with the waitress, I turned to John and said, “I bet you don’t miss that?”

He laughed and said, “I don’t mind.”

Which is my point: Some people do mind. How can I possibly know by messaging or FaceTiming little things like that? Stuff you could easily learn even on your first date. Not to mention it was recently brought to my attention I am very particular about everything. OK the four letter A-word was used but I find that offensive.

I’m simply specific about everything. There’s no way to know to that unless you came to my house and moved something. Or saw me freak out if you drank out of the OJ bottle and then watched me pour the rest out. Or used the wrong leash on the wrong dog, etc. etc.  As long as everyone does everything my way there are no problems.
Yikes.

This brought on the awful thought: What if it’s me? What if the way I am or present myself is what is attracting all the wrong guys? Maybe the vibe I give off is what is continually reeling in the line of losers. Scared by that thought I went to my number one confident for a straight answer: The ALMIGHTY Google.

In the search bar I typed, “What type of person do I attract?” Then I started taking the quizzes. Quiz one said Nerd. What the? Quiz two said Geeks. Again, what the? Google, you are failing me. Quiz three? Wannabees.  Good grief. Maybe online quizzes weren’t the best place to find out how lovely I am to date.

So, I went to the next best source, my ex. I called and asked him if I had been difficult to live with. He said no. So I proceeded to list off all my little ticks but he said they really weren’t that bad. Semi-satisfied, I started looking ahead to the upcoming week.

A friend of mine wants to set me up on a blind date. I’ve never been on one and even though I have friends who met that way and are still together years later, I haven’t quite said yes yet.

As for the hottie, I supposed until we are on the same continent for some actual face time, FaceTime will have to do.

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Kimmie is a graphic designer, full time dog-mom and aspiring aerialist. You can keep up with her craziness on her blog life-withdogs.blogspot.com and follow her on twitter at @lifewithdoggies.

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