i've realised that i better get used to the idea of being single. why? well, i've narrowed down what i'm looking for initially in a guy and it's so narrow that you can hardly see the space between the two lines. the problem lies with the dancing thing. sure, i thought i could date a non-dancer and well that hasn't worked out so well. then i decide to date someone who's a dancer just not the same type of dancing i do. and well that isn't working. it has only caused him to crossover into my dance world. this is not good. so then i meet bryant. physically he meets every detail (tall, thin, good sense of style, glasses, smart, good lindy hopper crossing over into west coast). perfectly appealing. the rub? he lives in seattle. the second rub? not a smidgen of interest in me. why give up so easily? because it's a very tiny pool comprised of many different puddles all over the country. and i've become familiar with most of them and either the puddles have become polluted or my bait just ain't working. so this blog entry goes out to bryant. thank you bryant for making me realise i'm too picky and therefore will become the cat lady all the kids torment in a few years.