One Thing I Realized...

…about my dating life today.  I need to lay off the manly, adrenaline junkies for boyfriends/hot dates shtick I got going.  Let me give you three reasons I say this: 

1.) When you can first of all say you have an ex that regularly wields chainsaws, guns, and axes for fun, plus blew out both his knees in separate BMX related incidents, you already have a problem.  When this same ex, who you are still friends with and fond of, sends you a picture of the foot long, five inch deep chain saw wound in his leg because he “slipped”… you know you need to rethink life in general.  And remind this ex that wounds, like the one he got when he split his eyebrow open in an unnamed incident with a log and an axe, which you dutifully patched with butterfly bandages because he refused to go get stitches, make you queasy.  So maybe a warning might be nice next time he almost bleeds out and dies and feels like sending you a picture of the aftermath.  

2.) Three out of the last four men I’ve dated/gone on dates with have met all these criterion: 

-Had or have a street bike (can you say organ donor?)

-Carried firearms on a regular basis/shot firearms for fun (yeah deadly weapons!)

-Had really nice biceps (uhm... well, just yum... not dangerous, but yum) 

-Considered deep sea diving, spelunking, trad climbing, sky-diving, BMX racing and camping outside in below freezing weather or some combo of these semi-dangerous sports a “fun hobby.”  (Yes, I consider camping outside in below freezing weather a semi-dangerous sport.  That’s how my brain works). Nothing like dating a man who thinks risking drowning, getting lost/stuck and starving to death, plummeting to death, plummeting to death, getting run over, or freezing to death is fun.

3.) All of them are exes.  Enough said.  I swear them off!

And no.  No pictures.  I decided the wound pictures were just too graphic. 



P.S.  I think I already take back my vow not to date any more manly adrenaline junkies.