DD Revisited

I thought this was a topic worth revisiting as for various reasons, I have had dating and mating on my mind - in one form or another. And not necessarily for myself, either. It just seems there is a lot of spring fever going around, so why not think a little more about why I am not experiencing a spring in my step yet....

I was talking to my best friend about the recent blog I had written about reasons I seem not to get any play when I am in the United States. And she had some thoughts to add. For one thing, she mentioned that one of the issues which I identified - my preference for interracial relationships - she identified as perhaps having more to do with how hard it is to classify me. That is not a derogatory as it sounds; rather, it stems from the fact that I am multi-racial and my looks do reflect that. Something I am quite proud of. But as she mentioned, it makes people harder to figure out who I am and how to relate to me. As she put it, I am so exotic that I scare them off. Especially in a city like Miami.

Her solution? Probably the only city that would work well for me in terms of dating is New York. Sounds crazy, right? Perhaps not so much. On further reflection, I do remember there were more overt romantic gestures and interest in me when I spent three months living in New York. Of course, maybe with more time than three months, I would have been able to have actually done something with the interest. Ahhh, wasted chances and opportunities I guess.

The other reason I may not be hot to trot compared with my time in London? Apparently, I am not willing to slut myself out (I know, shocking, right? Well, for those who know me well!!! LOL), But she is right; Miami is a young, hot, vibrant city and if you're a young, hot, vibrant person, dating is easy. I, however, am hot but I am no longer that young and I am only quietly vibrant. Not outwardly so. Not outwardly in the sense of microscopic minis and v-neck tops that drop down to my belly button. So I guess I will take my hot, quiet, older self off to a corner and sit quietly contemplating the dating scene, but not jumping into it.