Ummm, is there something wrong with that?
Yes, clearly there is. The story goes like this… I met a smart, funny, kind, generous and very, very keen man a few weeks ago. We started dating and all was going very well. Except for the fact that I wasn’t physically attracted to him. Anyhoo, before our fourth (and last!) date, he became quite interested in the activities I had scheduled for that day. I had many things to do in a particular area of Cosmopolitan City and he wanted to know everything I was up to before we were to meet up that evening. I told him my plans, which he repeated back to me with stunning accuracy, considering he was not involved in the days events.

No kidding! Finally!
After all of the desperate and dateless action in Cosmopolitan City, Spring has sprung and the men are coming out from their hideous hibernation. They’re everywhere – checking me out at the gym, at the local coffee shop (well, his wife was there, too…), at the grocery store (with their wives and children), on the sidewalk, repairing said sidewalk and watching my ass instead of watching their work with power tools… Yes! It’s raining men all over town!

To the weird, creepy guy who walked into my zumba class this weekend to secretly film us while wearing a stereotypical overcoat with male pattern baldness, handlebar moustache and 1970’s porno allure: I was the one in the black crops and tank in the second row…

This week we are fortunate to have a guest post from the fabulous Susan Conner, who’s new book ‘Never Marry a Momma’s Boy’ helps identify men who might become monstrous mates:

I have recently published a book titled “Never Marry a Momma’s Boy and 62 other men to avoid like the plague!” This book deals with types of men and the problems they automatically bring to a relationship.
Now don’t get me wrong-I really like men-I have been married 4 times (yes, four-I am the eternal optimist!). Men can be interesting creatures-they see the world differently than women, have different interests, and can be fun to be around (not to mention the sex thing!).
But “Being around” a man and marrying him are two different things! Marriage changes everything-you are stuck with the whole person, not just the fun parts!

Sadly, the answer to that question is… No.
Sadder, still, is the fact that not even my aesthetician has seen it lately. Mmm hmm… I’ve even given up on my regular maintenance schedule. Instead of looking like a Brazilian babe, I’m looking more like a hirsute horror!
I’m afraid that I might have to hire a private investigator to locate my formerly-loved lady parts, love life and libido. What brought on this desire to wax nostalgic (well, let’s face it, I haven’t been waxing much of anything lately!)?

That’s right.
Yep, that’s what I said!
I wanted to let you all know that Valentines Day 2013 is the day that may (or may not) represent the one year anniversary since I had sex. Shock. Horror! How come maybe? Well, that’s sadly because last year, the last time I was known to fornicate, happened to be when I was dating Big Daddy, whose performance in the sack should have led me to sack him. Our last attempt at lovemaking (similar to the first and second episodes…) was an unmemorable affair. What do I remember? Oh yes, that’s it… I certainly remember not having an orgasm! So, to recap, this time last year I was faking it. Sad, sad, sad! Therefore, this year I’m calling this Hallmark holiday ‘Vagina Day’, as it marks the unfortunate occasion of when I last used my vagina.
Stop laughing!

>… A normal boyfriend!
I have so many wonderful things in life, such as a field of study that I love, a blog with which to air my thoughts on all aspects of dating, mating and relating, a fabulous family (well, most of the time), a satisfying support group of sexy singleton pals, I am able to pursue my passions and I even have my two front teeth. The only thing that’s missing is a normal boyfriend.
Santa has brought me many men in the past. He has bestowed upon me a motley crew consisting of The Alcoholic Workaholic, Superman, Mr. Hello Wall and my generous gift from last year, Big Daddy. I was grateful each time that Santa remembered what I asked for, however it seems that he didn’t get all of the specifications right. Kinda like sending me the toy I wanted except that it was broken…

Clearly, this is my favourite new show!
I was relieved and refreshed to see this Bravo show debut. The premise? Like this blog, Miss Advised follows the disastrous dating lives of… you guessed it… fellow dating experts! No joke!

The divine dating doyennes are:
* Julia Allison, a dating columnist
* Emily Morse, a sex expert (hello!)
* Amy Laurent, a matchmaker
All are smart. All are seriously sexy. All are single.

Clearly, this is my favourite new show!
I was relieved and refreshed to see this Bravo show debut. The premise? Like this blog, Miss Advised follows the disastrous dating lives of… you guessed it… fellow dating experts! No joke!
The divine dating experts are:
* Julia Allison, a dating columnist
* Emily Morse, a sex expert (hello!)
* Amy Laurent, a matchmaker
All are smart. All are seriously sexy. All are single.

Ech!
I’ve written on this topic before, and it really does amaze me how horny men are that they usually consider having sex with a partner who is way under the weather. I experienced two strange aspects of this freaky phenomenon this week. While suffering with a terrible cold, whenever I had to take my sick self to run errands, I couldn’t believe that some men were still looking at me longingly. Not nearly as many as usual, but it was shocking. I guess yoga pants are a turn on even when one’s nose is as red and swollen as the dudes hope their member will be right before sick sex. Yuck.