Why is it?

Why is it that once you finally recover from the flu and feel like resuming workouts, you subsequently twist your ankle!?

Why is it that when I buy new jeans/pants, I'm DOWN a size (in some stores TWO) but still can't get into my old stuff?

Why is it that teenagers are so self centered and emo? (ha, that's a timeless question!)

Why is it that when you are NOT interested or attracted to someone, it's YOUR fault that their life is a mess?

Why is it that ex husbands, no matter how great they are in some respects, can still be complete asses about other things?

Why is it in the dating world, men constantly talk about how they hate games and drama and generally accuse women of it when in fact, it's THEM that create a great deal of it?

Why is it that people will tell you one thing and then do a complete 180 and have a ready made excuse?

Why is it that when you find someone you are completely compatible and attracted to, everything else is a mess?

These are just thoughts I've had recently! No, I'm not depressed or upset or mad or anything. Everything is quite fabulous actually...for the most part! LOL

I'm still enjoying my job, my friends, my workouts, trying to get some personal goals (fitness and academic) accomplished, making plans to move and/or redecorate and I've begun dating again and it's been fun this time! This is what it's all about and I think I'm finally at a place where I'm fine alone and am free to enjoy someone else's company when I WANT to!

Do I ever think about having a "relationship" in the sense that most people think of one? Well, sure.    But I'm still weighing the pros and cons. I'm quite certain that if I ever fell head over heels again for someone I wouldn't hesitate. But in a lot of ways I'm still very guarded. Someone is going to have to make a HUGE effort for that to happen. But I have met some VERY interesting and good-looking men. I don't know that any are "the one" (if in fact "the one" is out there) yet, we'll see. But I absolutely love meeting new people, getting to know them and being fascinated by hearing their experiences.

And yes, the physical is a lot of fun, too! Not that I hop into bed with everybody. Just kissing and being close with someone is nice sometimes. I love men. And though I don't consider myself to have a "type"--I've dated dark hair, blonde hair, no hair; brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes; short, tall; fit and a few extra pounds--I've learned that I love a certain smell of a man (and it doesn't have to be any particular "cologne" or anything, just a nice smell). I love their weight and the force of them when they are next to or touching me. I love the soft lips of a good kisser (and good breath). I love the curves of their backs and a clean shaved neck. I love the touch of their hands in mine or on me. I love their laughter, their smiles, their facial expressions. I love talking to them and catching a glimpse of the little boy inside. I just love men! Even when they get on my last nerve!

Why is that?