Birds are chirping in the trees across the parking lot.  It’s 5:19am on day number 13 of my summer break.  Yes, I should still be snoring, but I’m done sleeping for now.  Besides, I’m presenting at a workshop later on today.  Let’s just say, I can feel your eyes of judgement on me right now.  I feel uncomfortable.  Knock it off!  No really; Stop.  Ha!  Anyway, I have this thought that has been rolling around in my brain, and I think it’s time for it to live outside of my head.

Hi.  I’m a 35 year old, single guy with no children.  I once was married, but that became one of life’s greatest lessons, for me.  [I promise this is not my bio from a single’s add.]  I’ve been described as being caring, kind, a great friend, a jack ass, a jerk and a host of other descriptive words.  I know what you’re thinking: How can this guy be a jerk?  He’s damn-near perfect.  I get it.  I thought the same thing, too.  Not!

The scroll of women I’ve dated has been rather limited-not because I haven’t been in demand, but instead because I’ve been rather selective.  Earlier on, I only would entertain women who were, what I deemed as marriage material (whatever the heck that means).  What did I know about marriage material at 15?  Puh-lease.  That is quite laughable.

Come to think of it, maybe I’ve made my past relationship decisions based on a  15 year-old’s mentality.  Wow.  Did I realize that just now?  Yep, I sure did.  That’s crazy.

But now things are different.

It’s 5:58 and I’m done for now.  Let’s pick this up again another time. 

**to be continued**