The Problem with Juggling Men

I can’t decide who I like better. Would like to take all the good traits and make one “super guy” (no not super gay – as my roomie and I used to be called!). But, alas, I’m not that good of an engineer. Plus if I were to make one super guy, he’d probably have a super ego or super flaws and where would that leave me but with one super mess. So in the meantime, I’m juggling. I can’t quite say I like it but I’m taking the advice from Mars and Venus Starting Over where the author tells us to date around but not sleep around. The book states you should have one guy on the way in, one on the way out and one current. I’m starting to think the author never tried to live by his own stinking advice because this is not easy and I’m not just talking about the sexual frustration that results from not sleeping around!

Today is Wednesday (yeah you could just look at the post date but I’m making a point here) aka hump day. Not that the nickname bears any relevance on the story other than to emphasis the sexual frustration mentioned previously. Any way on Sunday, Young Man asked me for a date this week. Initially it was set for Tuesday but within a half hour I found a conflict as I needed to take Boo to the airport. So it was then postponed for Wednesday.

Then yesterday (Tuesday) morning, P2 asked me on a date for… yep you guessed it, Wednesday. I declined as I already had plans for dinner. He mentioned maybe coming over and spending time with him and the kids Tuesday evening. In the meantime, Boo gets sick and doesn’t go to the airport. Quite the little sicklette, too, mind you. Barfing all over the place and whining like a baby. Don’t take my flippant attitude toward her sickness as lack of compassion; she gets spoiled during this time. Any way, Tuesday evening with P2 got trumped by the sicklette. So Tuesday evening, P2 asks me for Friday and was awarded the coveted Friday evening spot (not sure who it is coveted by, but it sounds good).

Now somewhere along the line, I gave P1 my work phone number to call, in case he ever wants to make dinner with me (as we often both eat alone and thus nor very healthily). While he told me he’d give me more advance noticed, he decided to exercise that option today at 1 p.m. for , yep you guessed it…tonight – Wednesday. I had to decline. I mentioned Boo’s sickness…as I couldn’t imagine wanting to bring someone into my house and into the presence of the little sicklette. Plus, I already had plans with Young Man and I’d feel bad canceling this late in the game. No other plans were made with P1.

So now here I sit, wondering who the h*ll has ever managed to successfully juggle three men without going absolutely insane. Mind you, I have an electronic calendar backed up by paper (as the stupid computer was a mess this week) to tell me when and where to go with whom…so thank goodness I don’t have to keep that straight. But still, the emotional turmoil I’m going through here is torture. I do like all three guys and hate saying no to them. Maybe that is the problem

Maybe I’m not supposed to like the guys I’m juggling so there isn’t any emotional turmoil to go along with it.

Maybe I’m supposed to be a cold hearted bitch who enjoys disappointing men.

Maybe I need to stop taking advice from self-help books!