The Dating Scene...The Dead Zone!

So, like YaYa mentioned, I met a nice piece of man meat at the club the other day. He was tall, muscular and well mannered and for those of you that can appreciated this...he could bench press a woman twice my size. I was in awe of my find. He had a nice smile and was really easy going. So I had breakfast with him when we left the club and invited him out on a date the following week. He came all the way from Brooklyn bearing gifts and cash to take me out and I was surprised that his wonderful personality extended past that night.

I brought him home, cooked him dinner and snuggled up under covers (after making out like two horny teenagers for like two hours). When we parted ways the next day, that was the last I heard or saw of him.

WHAT THE HELL IS THE PROBLEM MEN?

I took it all in stride. When he did not call me the following two days, I took it as a sign and was ready to move on. YaYa and a few other well meaning friends told me to hold out for a week and I did and came to the same damn conclusion.

A GODDAMNED PHONE CALL!!

One phone call people, at this stage I will even take a post-it note to close the deal. I absolutely refuse to be just left dangling. So I have resigned myself to the sad but true reality that most men are scum and the only way that I will survive on this pilgrimage is if I make the first move and call the shots. I am only willing to share control when he exhibits the capacity to do so responsibly.

So I made my own phone call yesterday; an attorney that I flirt with on the phone all the time and met once is what I have set my sights on. Nothing serious, just a lunch date and a few well deserved laughs. I am not looking for dick (remember I keep one on retainer, and I am a strong supporter of "self love") or a relationship (too much work). I just need a date and a full social calendar.

We made a date for today for lunch and I am a little excited (not too excited, heaven forbid I get too excited and the ground gets ripped out from under me). Hopefully this is not a dead fish and I can find some kind of mutual ground with him.

But someone, anyone, tell me what the hell is wrong with the men of this world? Cosmo and Essence have not scratched at the surface of what is fundamentally wrong with this picture.