Is This the Zombie Apocalypse? Nope, Just Season of the "Cuff"

Y'all heard about "cuffing season"? Apparently it's all the rage among the in-the-know Tweeters and the like. It is described as the phenomena that occurs when the weather begins to cool and the people that have been getting their whore on all summer decide that it's time to settle down and get a winter boo-thang...

I dismissed it. I really did. MISTAKE.

In the past 10 days, I have received emails, text messages, naked pics, phone calls and Voxers from no less than 8 men that I haven't heard anything from for anywhere from 6 months to over a year. All on some old "I need to see you" mantra... It is almost like something from one of those Twilight Zone episodes. In my mind I see them crawling out of fresh graves, staggering to my doorstep.

I mean really... What is it about me that says "Hey dude that I had a few conversations/a drink/an interesting online chat with X amount of months ago. Please contact me and attempt to pick up exactly where you left off with zero amount of interest from me."??? It's kinda insane. No. Scratch that. It's totally insane.

Shitty Love. (installment 1)

if you didn't know, i'm a romantic. for all my open, pansexual, free love, label-less, non-judgemental, closet submissive personality traits, i love LOVE. 

it's kind of sad.

and not sad because love is a sad state of affairs, but because getting from this: a 39 year old, single, unemployed mother of multiple kids to this: well-loved ecstatically happy chick tethered to the companion of my wildest imaginings seems, well... daunting. and to be extremely honest, shitty, a LOT of the time.

how can i be on a less than 45 days countdown to 40 and i have yet to figure THIS out? what is wrong with me? what is wrong with the men i have chosen and/or allowed to choose me? this funked up dance between the sexes that we do has been my exercise of choice for the past 25 years!

yeah. i'll be back.