My plans on Sunday changed because I didn’t feel like going on another date.  I know you think it’s because of my hectic dating schedule.  It’s not.  The fact is, over the years I’ve been in and out of relationships with women.  Some of them I was emotionally involved with and others were just passing the time.  There are several that I will never forget for one reason or the other.  There has been some behind the blog conversations with a few of these women over the last couple weeks.  There are about 6  that I truly adore and considered long term relationships with them at one time.  The pattern has been, every 6-9 months they contact me (phone calls), claiming they still love me.  Something in their mind or memory makes them think of me.  They begin to miss me and reminisce.  Or that’s my guess from what they tell me.  I get plenty of compliments about my personality, my charm, passion, sense of humor, and etc.  But somehow that’s not enough for them to be in a long term relationship.  Some how I’ve been labeled as the ‘go to guy’.  It could be they are comfortable with me emotionally, sexually, and socially.  I have no clue.  I know they travel to see me, since they now live in different parts of the country.  Why do I allow this?  In some ways I’m flattered.  In some cases, I also miss them also and wish things were different.  Sometimes, spending time with them gives me some kind of inner peace.  The one thing it does, it leaves me feeling more alone that I started. Is it too much to ask that she’s intelligent, attractive, physically fit, emotionally stable, socially active, and white?  If I had my choice, I’d have a dream woman to have a long term relationship with.  It just takes finding one that will want to have one with me. 

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