Back In The Saddle

I am, for better or worse, a firm believer in the maxim that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. I’m not saying a one night stand cures heartbreak, but it is a fun distraction that never fails to get my mind off of the one who just hurt me.

When the Dating Guy disappeared a few weeks ago, I took some time to be angry, cry, and lick my wounds. I sung my heart out and caught up on my reading. And even though I promised myself I would not venture back on the apps, I found myself wanting a quick fix and a chance at a little relaxation with a new friend.

I fired the apps back up and managed to find an eligible man who could work around my schedule in under 24 hrs. I make a point of never underestimating how horny men are, and I am happy to say I was able to harness this tendency for my own benefit. A trip to his apartment made a perfect dessert after dinner with some girl friends. (Don’t worry, his number and address were shared, along with my tracking location. Both friends quickly hopped on StreetEasy to scope out his apartment).

I left with a solid serving of satisfaction and nothing but good things to say for my Back in the Saddle bro. He has a gym rat vibe, might be an ‘entrepreneur’ in the 1990s sense, and definitely smokes cigarettes. So probably not a match made in heaven. But as a plant dad, independent guy, and halfway decent communicator, he proved worthy of a notch in my bedpost - it takes a special kind of man to ask you to text when you get home safely after a Grindr-esque sexual encounter.

Now, did he flake on me a week later when he initiated a ‘run it back’ sequence? Yes. I was slightly disappointed with his lack of follow through, but I can’t say I was at all surprised. In true Rules fashion, I haven’t texted him since. Regardless of whether he makes another appearance or not, he was the perfect palate cleanser.

And so the show must go on!