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By MOLLY DAVIS
I’m putting myself on lockdown.
From men.
I will no longer be pursuing the opposite sex.
Until someone cute catches my eye, at least.
After the demise of my latest relationship, I temporarily give up.
Why am I waving the white flag of dating surrender?
Because, quite simply, men suck.
I don’t care if I’m labeled a bitter, man-hating b**ch.
Can you blame me?
Get thrown over enough, and you’d feel the same way.
Now, I’m not saying ALL men suck.
Just the ones I’ve dated.
Sure, they’re all nice and sweet in the beginning.
Then something shifts.
I’ve yet to figure out what that is — maybe it’s me.
But maybe not.
I’m pretty sure I have the all-time worst taste in the other sex.
Sure, they look good on paper.
And they look good in person.
That’s a must — yes, looks matter.
And if you say they don’t play a part, then you’re lying or you’re a way better human being than I am.
Could it be that I pick younger men?
Hmmmm…
I am definitely a puma/cougar-in-training.
Older men do not interest me.
At all.
I can think of nothing more tedious than a man in Dockers and Top-Siders.
Yawn.
But if I don’t make a compromise, or find some happy middle ground, I will end up the crazy cat lady spinster.
Minus the cats.
That’s if I ever rejoin the dating world.
Which I can’t see happening anytime soon.
I’m still licking my latest dating wounds.
Check back with me in a month.
Or two.