Where are my flowers, damn it?!

One of the reasons I like being single because I get to make all the decisions. Last night, two suitors were firing their texts away to me. I hate texting sometimes. I like them when I'm lonely on the road, but when my favorite tv show is on and I have a glass of wine, don't interrupt me, please.

So Suitor 1, we'll call the Lawyer asked me what I was doing tonight. I don't really have any plans- this weekend will be big, but I'm not REEAAALLY doing anything. So we made plans for a movie. I jumped. I jumped the decision.

Suitor 2- We'll call him Brother of a Friend (BoF). He just wants to get laid, wants me to drive him home from this weekend's wedding. I could be the "cool" girl and do it...or I could turn around and say, " You know what buddy, as much as I want to jump your bones- I want to be taken out properly. I want to be dated." I might lose a possibility to get laid, but seriously, what am I truly missing out on?

I woke up this morning and the first thought I has was, "I'd rather be home reading. I don't really want to go out with the Lawyer". mmmm...so after pondering and talking with a dear friend, maybe I need to take this by the horn (so to speak) and well make him work.

So I message him, told him I couldn't tonight. And he replies "That's too bad, I was looking forward to it" ... Damn. Damn. Damn. I think he's a little upset now, but seriously, if he really wants me he'll come a knockin' right?

I need to remember what it is I really want- A take no prisoner, take charge, awesome guy. Someone who takes the reins and plans things for me. Where are my flowers, damn it?