Dense, Not Dumb

I finally get it. I finally get it!

Frank is looking for something, and it ain't me. For all his protestations that he always alienates the women he's interested in and that he doubts he'll ever get into a committed relationship again, that he doesn't think he can open himself up to that pain again, he's looking. He has profiles on cupid.com and personals.yahoo.com and checks them every day.

I put a profile back on Match and Yahoo for this weekend only. This is my last attempt. On Sunday night I'll take them down and simply forget about it — let nature take its course. Well, in the first 12 hours out in dating cyberspace, guess who was the only man who looked at my profile. Right. Frank.

[Friday evening and night are usually really active times on dating sites. Guys who are home alone tend to go out and look at every available woman. For me, last night, nada.]

For two months he treated me like his girlfriend. At least I assume that's how he treats a girlfriend. It was wonderful. He's funny, fun, thoughtful, considerate, affectionate. Wow — when he decides someone is his girlfriend, is she gonna be a lucky girl!

So here's the deal. I may be dense, but I'm not dumb. This thing with Frank — it's been enjoyable; it hasn't been real. Aaah, but it was fun while it lasted.