He's not a jerk

Somebody shake me. Seriously.

He's not a jerk. This is how I described a guy I hang out with to a good friend the other night. He's really better than a jerk, but if this is how I measure a guy's character, I'm in big trouble.

There are a lot of jerks out there, and there seems to be a high concentration of them in my neighborhood - and in my life. It's not always guys either. There are some pretty major female jerks out there too. I've been burned by jerks way too often. I had to stop myself from putting pics of a few of them to illustrate this blog.

Here are a few recent ones. I met one guy by the pool the weekend after my divorce was final. He seemed really nice and asked me out to dinner that night. We had a great time. When I saw him at the pub not long after, he was drunk. And he was all over me. It was annoying. Then he put me in a headlock. I slipped out of it (one of the advantages of being height challenged). Headlocks are beyond annoying. No more wrestling moves since, but he hasn't given up on me yet.

The first guy I hooked up with after my divorce complained almost the entire time he was at my place. From evening until morning. He complained about my small balcony, my cat, having to walk up stairs, his hurt finger to name a few. Jerk. I should have kicked him out after the first complaint.

Here's another good one. My ex asked me for advice for his Match.com profile - before I had moved out. Really?

And the most recent winner is the man I've had a relationship with for nearly three years. He lives halfway across the country. The last time I saw him about six weeks ago, we talked about maybe getting together in December. Our visit was good. No, it was great. But now I haven't heard from him since Thanksgiving except for his occasional "like" on Facebook. I messaged him twice with the dates I'm available for our December visit. The last time was almost two weeks ago.

Jerk.

I'll never learn.

Love to the single girls,
Addison