Dating for Fun?? Fiddle-Dee-Dee

In Gone With the Wind, Rhett Butler says to Scarlett that she's been married twice, once for spite and once for money. In the movie version, something like, "You've been married to a boy and an old man, how about someone of the proper age?" and then "Did you think of marrying just for the fun of it?" to which she replies, "Marriage for fun?! Fiddle-dee-dee!" Well, I've sort of felt the same way about dating I guess. Dating is a means to an end, a relationship, love, marriage. It's a method of meeting Mr. Right, the Man of Your Dreams. But right now, he's not forthcoming, and honestly, I don't think I'm really ready for him. I'm just starting to find out what I really want and I won't settle for less anymore. . .Mr. Right could be years down the road. And I'm still stinging a little from some other situations. . .but for the first time, the upswing is, I'm learning that DATING can be fun as well. Not for love, not for marriage, not for a boyfriend. . .JUST FOR FUN.

I had a co-worker enter my office today (the one who has just broken up with her boyfriend, is very sad, has a 5 y/o and YEARNS to get married so she can have another child before she gets too old) and ask me what I was doing tonight. Going to a movie with Keith, I said.
"Girl," she said, "you need to cut that boy loose."
"Um, why?"
"Because he's SO not your type!!"
"Yeah. So? I'm not looking to get married this year like some people in this room."
Laughter. "But why are you wasting your time?"
"I'm not wasting it. I would date someone better if he came along. He's not sucking up my time so much that I'm foregoing opportunities to meet other guys. He's good for now. He's sweet to me. I like him. It's been 2 1/2 weeks, I DO NOT have to cut him loose."

Well, I just got back from the movies with 24 y/o Keith. I know he's young, I know we have little in common (for instance, he doesn't like to read and he just told me while watching Spiderman and Harry Potter previews that he hated those two movies--CAN YOU IMAGINE!?!), and I know that it's not really going anywhere. But you know what? I still like the dumb jock. He makes stupid jokes, but one in ten WILL make me laugh, and he's so kissable. And he just seems to not be able to get enough of me. He just asked me what I was doing this weekend, I proceeded to give a laundry list of some possible plans and then tell him that I could probably squeeze him in somewhere. And he jumps at the chance. When he went to leave, he said, "I'm glad I got to see you." I said, "See what happens when you make plans in advance: good things happen." (Due to a ridiculously long story that Me knows the full details of, Keith in a moment of drunken stupidity had made half-arrangements to see me out at a particular bar and then didn't bother to check back on those plans until about 2 AM, at which point I, of course, had moved on to another bar and refused to see him, much to his chagrin. He was as petulant as a child, but I made him realize that his own actions had brought him to the unhappy no-Molly place.)

Wow, you know, the games between men and women suck. . .unless you've mastered the rules. And gosh, I mean, I wouldn't say "mastery" yet but I'm getting pretty damn good at this shit, and Keith is acting accordingly. Me, you're right, when you don't let guys get away with shit, they stop trying to pull it. My plan to avoid lazy daters is prevailing!!

I am enjoying the worship. Keith is good at worshipping Molly. Which we all know, is the number one quality I seek in a man. And who knew? Dating just for fun. . .huhn. . .look at that. . .