It's a hop skip and a few martini's to the next one...

I was awake for two hours this morning - J can verify this as I returned an email from my Crackberry at 4 something. I was awake with the questions of what does this all mean and where do we go from here? Really do I have ta, really do I have ta start cycle all over again because let's be honest it's a calculated or uncalculated risk every freaking time. Even worse when you think that there are like 3 general categories of men... yes I am aware there are subsets within the groups

1. Skeezy drunk dude type - and not always drunk, but always skeezy - the kind that need to be treated by some kind of specialised hazmat team.

2. Nice but eww boys. These are the ones most of us get stuck on, stuck with or something else stuck... Of these I have had Dr. Boy, Lawyer Boy, I play a guitar boy and OM (MBA boy) and no I don't think any of their actions are representative of their professions. I am sure I could even put my ex-fiance in there too while we are at it. They are those who have so much baggage that well you might as well give up while your ahead. They're the kind that lurve you instead of loving you despite the length of the relationship. They're clean on the outside but as malfunctioning and diseased as boy #1.

3. Nice boys you either don't want to date or can't figure out how to get it to a dating relationship. Mr. I work for a computer company and love action figures was great despite the moniker - but I was not going to be with, and AB I don't know how to get a functional friendship out of the whole thing nevermind a freaking date so that dies here and now I guess...

Type 3 boys are perfect marriage material - they're the ones who due to some stroke of luck have their hormones on the back burner for just long enough to get a decent idea of who you are - which of course leads to them sort of wanting to know you - their brains are able to channel that the whole attraction thing gets better with time or dies when you realize her favorite movie of all time is High School Musical...

But no worries plans are a brewing - they always are, no? Remember it is just a hop, skip and a few martini's and maybe a freaking awesome pair of shoes from NYC away, and maybe a dress with some rocking cleavage too... hmm no?

This song somewhat references OM... just so he knows somewhere at sometime I'm going to torture you - oh you have no idea the pain I'm going to put you through the next time you throw a waffle party...