(…continued from “A Good Man is Hard to Find”…)

In a recent post, I talked about how hard it was to find a good man in pursuit of testing my boundaries as a woman.

More and more, I am starting to feel that, rather than wanting to know how it might feel to be picked up in a bar, I’d much rather find a mate in a different context.

The sad truth is that I am very much starting to think in terms of romance – not love, mind you, but romance.

I want a guy to take me out on a date, or even several, before entertaining the concept of anything else.  The very thought of the date, of dancing close, of flirty laughter just walking around, or sparkling conversation in a cozy corner of a bar excites me more than thinking about a tawdry sexual affair.

So, why do I call that the sad truth?

Well, because it is something that isn’t necessarily compatible with my life.  I have a GF whom I adore, to whom I am totally and happily committed. She has given me license to enjoy and explore my womanhood fully – but of course all that is secondary to our relationship.

As much as my tastes, sexual and otherwise, are coming ‘round to what a regular gal wants from life, they also come face to face with reality. NSA affairs are one thing, but romance is quite another.

So, I am left with the prospect of being a woman looking for love (read romance) in all the wrong places (read NSA affairs).

I mean, it is quite a lot to hope for to find a guy who’d be happy “dating” me and who is not either trying to maneuver me into bed ASAP or smitten with me (I have no desire to lead anyone on).

Like I said, my chances are somewhere between slim and none.