Chocolate and Vanilla Ice Cream

Once I had a realtor who, after I said I loved a house and my husband said he hated it, said, "That is why they make chocolate and vanilla ice cream."

That statement has served me well (no pun intended. I actually don't like chocolate ice cream) in my dating world. If an online guy doesn't click for me or I don't click for him, I don't get upset. I merely think, "That is why they make chocolate and vanilla ice cream." Although in all honesty sometimes I add a "damn, but I kinda liked chocolate this time!" But, then I'm back to the dating site and winking and emailing other lucky prospects. You have to develop a tough skin when dating. Rejection is part of life as it is in my writing world. Never easy but you pop a Prozac and you can deal. Or, you learn to toughen up without drugs.

We all need a positive--gee this is fun!-attitude even if your ice cream has melted on the last one thousand dates.

I met a nice guy last weekend. We had a good time. Neither of us rushed off with an "I think I left the iron on excuse" and we were both busy all week. He email that he had fun and we'd talk later.

He never wrote back.

So, not one to stand on ceremony (or be known for my patience) I emailed him with my usual, "Please let me know if you changed your mind so I don't keep emailing thinking you were killed in some meteor accident" note (I often want to say, "So I don't waste my freaking time writing to you anymore! but I hold back on that).

He did rely with "I've changed my direction." Direction? What the heck am I? The Interstate of XX Chromosomes?

I gave him credit for at least responding and said my usual, "No problem. That is why they make chocolate and vanilla ice cream."

Oh, being Catholic, I have to confess, I also said, "Besides, I just went on a seventh date with someone this weekend anyway!" (Okay, it was only five but seven sounded a lot more impressive to me)

So there!

Lori