But I digress. Catching up, we shared the latest in our quasi-existent love lives. As I described yet another experience with a man where it just seemed that everything is overthought and overwrought, J summed up my man-traction. "You attract men who want to talk to you for hours, and it gets to be too much. What you need is a simple man. A man who taps his foot when he's anxious. So pretty soon you just figure out his signs, and you're good to go."
"And wags his butt when he's happy?" I asked. J nodded. "Ooooh, I get it. And when he pees on the floor he's either marking his terrority or angry that I left him alone for three days."
So basically, I'm now seeking a dog-like man, if anyone knows a good one, who likes to play catch and cuddle. Preferably full grown, house-trained and fixed. That or George Clooney, whomever shows up on my doorstep first.
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