Felix and other things I am not into

Felix found his way to me, through unexpected channels. He's handsome. Well-mannered. Low-maintenance. Attentive. Sweet. Cleans up after himself. Everything a woman ever wanted in a male.
The only thing is: He's a cat. He's black and white. About 8 years old. He's living on my screened-in porch.
Problem is: I don't want a cat. Much like I don't want many things in my life right now. I am half-heartedly buying a house because I think it would be a good investment. I am half-heartedly on Match.com because honestly, I was having too much sadness and I thought a few good dates would cure that.
Instead, I got involved. I am feeling Felix work his way into my heart, much like Blue Eyes has.
Blue Eyes is fun, goofy, tall, young, curious, deceptively seductive.
And yet, he's not going to be my boyfriend. And he reminds me of my ex in that he's not being romantic with me. He's not sweeping me off my feet. He's, quite frankly, "just not that into me."
I am trying to figure out what I do to attract these men who are not very generous or romantic with me. I am not needy. I am very approving. I am fun. Maybe I need to be more generous with myself? Maybe I need to insist on the highest standard, which is: What makes me happy? And dispense with all the rest?
Maybe.
Felix: That may mean the end to you and me, baby. I just don't want your cat hair all over my furniture and rugs and in every nook and cranny of this old apartment. Call me strange, but I just don't want it. Please understand.
Blue Eyes, I probably like you more than you like me at this point, which could spell adios for us.
So, here's to only doing things that I want to do. And doing them with exquisite focus and power.
Meow.

Everything in moderation

Nuf said....

Booty texts

So, I was really off my game for several months through winter. Getting on Match.com was a sort of proactive, get-off-my-duff move meant to jump start my mojo.

What I find hysterical is that after not hearing from them for months, I got two booty texts this week from 2 of my "paramours" last summer. I mean literally months had gone by without hearing from these cats, and suddenly I'm on their mind?

There are no coincidences, they say, so maybe just moving my energy towards openness again is what brought these sexy guys out of the woodwork.

By the way: Both have great personalities, are smart, are hot and are amazing kissers... Now that's attraction right there. Oh dating gods, please rain down more men like that on me.... Pretty please? With sugar on top? I promise I'll be good...

Why motorcross?

I have been noticing that on Match.com, a lot of men put down "motorcross" as their sport.
Really? Are they off-road motorcycle racers? I find that hard to believe... But maybe it's a hidden element to society that I had been missing. I actually think it's the mostly non-athletic guys saying that, so maybe they think it's hot to put that as a sport, and in so doing, one will miss their beer belly... Hmmmmmmmm....

I digress. Tennis legs was verrrrrry nice, but.... he didn't have sexy tennis legs. Attraction is crucial for Cazadora. She wants some hotness. I want good things for Tennis Legs. He is a fundamentally good person. He will do great things with his life. But chemistry with Cazadora? Flat as an old tennis ball.

My ex was hot... I mean HOT. Curious.

I want to think I like a person for their brains. Sense of humor. Goodness. Spirituality. Not abs and pecs and biceps. Maybe I'm deluding myself. Maybe I can make this stand: Hotness without brains is not my bag, but hotness with brains? Bingo.

Match this

Cazadora had a bad winter. It was sad, cold and honestly, miserable...

But spring and its sultry nights are here. The jasmine is blooming already and making the whole city feel alive and sexy. Sex is in the air. Atlanta's pollen count goes through the roof, and so do the pheromone readings.

It was time to move from "poor me" to "poor them." I have posted my profile on Match.com, and the interest is overwhelming... Don't hurt'em, Cazadora.

I have gotten winks from dozens of men, and they are so different... 27-year-old Kyle -- loves summer and anything he can wear his bathing suit to -- to 67-year-old Duke -- he thought we would just have an "outrageous" time.

The 40 year age difference is overwhelming... and intriguing. Why are the young ones interested in me? My favorite two right now are both 29... I wish I could understand what is is going on in their heads. Truly fascinating that a 38 year old woman is on their wish list.

It's clear why the older ones get interested in me. But really.... 67??? Do I look like I am the Hugh Hefner type?

I tested the waters tonight, and went on my first Match date with"NeNe." I made him go salsa dancing with me... He was such a good sport. He had rhythm and tried all the dances... very nice guy. I hated his cologne though (he applied it with a pressure washer) and I couldn't see us having much to talk about. And there was no chemistry for me. I was thinking of him as my starter date... Please don't tell him I said that. But you know, it was a great start. It was light and easy and just good clean sultry fun.

But there are two others that have captured my eye. And they couldn't have different approaches. Both are 29 and in auditing or accounting. One we'll call Blue Eyes. He has been sending the most seductive emails and sounds like someone that I could really connect with... But, he's quite forward and may just be looking for the hook up. (I am not sure that's such a bad thing, but still, a gal needs to be careful.)

Then there's Tennis Legs. He is very professional and on the rise and he and I have had a lot of fun in the chat room with him. He kept things simple and fun and clean and upbeat, but also clever and and he asked a lot of great questions. I can't wait to meet them both.

I think I could get the hang of this Match thing. Light please!