Getting it on. Cyberstyle. Part Deux

OK. Here goes. I'm shy, sorta. I don't have the cojones to go up to some guy and make conversation. I've probably spotted my Mr. Right across the room, drooled over him, then let some other chica, the one with balls, steal him right in front of me. Instead of real life, I've opted for cyber-life; I've been on dating sites on and off for about 3 years.

I've had some fun, some really good sex, some really funny sex and lots of B.O.B. sex in between. I'm approaching the new 30, less than 2 years to go, I'm comfortable with my life. There are things and places I'd like to do, but I think I still have time. Men. I love them. I love the way a man looks, feels, smells. I don't, however, necessarily love the way a man behaves.

I should say, not ALL men. I'm referring to that guy who wants to - a) get some, b) get some and not worry about your feelings, c) tell you what he thinks you want to hear so he can get some. I've heard the whole 'I don't like games' bit, and, for the most part, I'm in total agreement. But you either learn to play the games, because, unfortunately, you have no other choice, or you get hurt, over and over. And over. And over again. Not so much my thing.

So, since I don't have cojones to talk to strangers, and the cyber pickings are beyond slim and slimmy, I think I'll be a fabulously single woman till kingdom come. And that's a OK with me.