Dating: It’s a state of mind.

I know this is going to as a surprise: I’m bad at dating.

Shocking–I know.

What is surprising, though, is that I’m actually really good with men, in a platonic manner.

I have lots of male friends, I work better with men, I shoot the shit better with men, I’m less shy around men than women…etc. etc. etc.

However, I have always been terrible at dating them.  And, quite frankly, I usually don’t even get (or want to get) that far.

Mostly I just find myself wondering what’s wrong with a man who finds me attractive. I know. I’m probably getting dangerously close to self-pity territory.  But anyone who knows me knows that, self-esteem issues aside, most men find me  (at best) an adorable, giant pain in the ass. Let’s just say, I’m not exactly beating them off with a stick.

So why is it that every so often one of these male creatures finds me, you know, attractive.  In the sense that they want to spend an extended period of time with me. As in, date me.

If you ask me,  I don’t know what’s wrong with him.