007: License to Date*

*Blessings to S, of S'n'J, for his ad agent's mind on this one, and just for being an overall doll. Love these two fiercely. Can't help it, won't stop it, don't even want to. It seems right to dedicate this posting to these two, especially since they still told people they were dating maybe 7 or more years into being together. They are my personal heroes.

So, let's be real. Those of you not receiving the play by play in person (and even some of you who do, I suspect) don't want to hear the sordid details my dating life. Well, I know some of you don't. Like my auntie, if she is reading this. As liberal a lady as she may be... I mean, Highlights For Children bug article creation by day/ Soft Porn Romance writer by night? How much more liberal can an auntie get? And yet...

I am keeping it G-Rated. But several have asked about my New Year's Resolutions and so I will comply.

Background: As those with a better memory than me will recall:

2004 = Sar has still never made a new year's resolution. This works out perfectly.

2005 = Sar resolves to make new year's resolutions, beginning with... Sar Doesn't Date in 2005. Much like her ability to comply with Yom Kippur, Sar makes it through 2005 until about the year equivalent of 3pm on a sundown-to-sundown day (that'd be like ... Octoberish). So really you could say Sar Doesn't Date from 1-1-05 through the Lunar New Year through the Fiscal New Year and pretty much through the Jewish New Year.... But any way you slice it, Sar leaps by November into a frenzied dating whirl, which leads to:

2006 = (1) Year of Mediocre Poetry Creation and (2) Originally: Yes: Dating, No: Kissing, but at the behest of EVERYONE this was declared RIDICULOUS and thus was soon revised to become: First Dates Only in 06.

Always the commitment-phobe, this sorta lasted. There were a couple slip-ups in which I went on say... five first dates with the same person. I always ended up regretting it and thus back to the resolution I went. And of course, one thing led to another, which it always does in the living world, and those things eventually led to:

2007 = (1) Finish ONE short story (Check, Done!) and (2) See Posting Title While Simultaneously Avoiding Even Chatting With Married Men, Who It Turns Out, Cannot Be Trusted.

Apparently this one needs further clarification (er... justification?), presently morphing from 'Married Men' into 'Married Men Who Are Not Truly Fer Real Separated And That Includes Who Are Not Separated Just In Their Own Minds as well as Any of Those Who Don't UNEQUIVOCALLY avoid the use such phrases as What Happens in Cabo Stays In Cabo' (Editor's note: Euw. And yeah, especially if nothing happens, fer shur).

There you have it. Puttin' it in writing; the best way to keep an ethical gal honest.