My therapist asked me today if I'd thought about getting back into the dating scene. My answer, "I've thought about it. The problem is, I'm having fun right now."

Finding someone to date is work. My therapist compared it to a job search (which, really, we all know how that went for me for a good long time. Why wouldn't I want to get back into that?), where you are reviewing resumes to see if you find someone who fits. I hate that part of dating.

I think when it comes to men, maybe I'm more of a window shopper. You know, view from afar, have your little happy "what-ifs" and move on. If I see a cute halter top in a store, I can imagine wearing it and all of the fabulous things I will do in it (Parties! Clubbing!). Would I try it on? No, that would ruin the fabulousness. (Why no coach, I don't need any shoulder pads. Brought my own. I'll just be over there, tackling running backs.) Guys can be like that- you meet them in a group setting, you imagine what they would be like as a boyfriend. Then, they become the boyfriend, and suddenly, it's not so fabulous. Looked great on the rack! Try it on and wonder, "What was I thinking?"

So, really, probably not ready to start dating again.