I am enjoying Little Light’s Spinsterhood Chronicles. This one made me laugh. Check out her blog: LAMENTS OF THE UNFINISHED.

On Spinsterhood – Part VII – Desperate Moments

UrbaneJ says it’s just hormonal that every guy I’ve run into lately somehow manages to pass my attraction meter. And yes, I didn’t say any guy, I said every guy.

So what if he’s 25, never reached the height I attained in the fifth grade and reminds me of the little brother I never had? He’s a good catch. He said he wanted to marry an artist – and he’s a Presbyterian.

Who cares if he’s a pasty, quasi Lemony-Snicket/Dickensian version of Jean-Luc Picard wrapped up in a wool coat in front of a gin and tonic? He’s just dark.

Sexuality questionable? He just knows how to dress well (except maybe the matching pockets/socks thing).

He’s 55? That’s okay – 55 is the new 35 so in reality he’s just a year older than me. And coming with a house gives him major points. And maybe he and my dad will have something in common. And I don’t mind being step-mother to someone my own age.

Pudgy, balding and neurotic? Not a problem (except when his friend tells me the guy’s "in love with me" (because apparently, none of us have left junior-high school) and said guy is still tip-toeing around me even after I indicated I would go out with him. Wuss. (I told the friend that I’m getting less interested by the minute)).

Doesn’t speak English? I have tutoring experience.

Runs away every time he sees me? That’s okay – the better to view his ass.

The creepy mailroom guy with half a tooth in his mouth? Okay, well I did say that if he were the last man on earth, I would have to kill him.