The Woodwork

Why is it that just as soon as I put it out there that I am open to new dating relationships, boys from the past come out of the woodwork?

Do they have a sixth sense and they can feel it when the thinking about them stops? Or maybe I just sort of get filed away in their brains and then one day I pop into the forefront of their minds like some sort of word-of-the-day calendar? It's a mystery, but it happens to me all the time. Random IMs, texts, voice mails, emails...

Last week I got a text from a pilot I went on one date with over a year ago. He had an overnight layover in Burbank and well that's not too far from Beverly Hills, right? Uhm, yes, sorry loser, it is too far for me to drive to see someone who blew me off after one date and who is only back in town for one night, thank you very much.

Today I got an email from a guy I met at an event last summer. He sort of asked me out, we made tentative plans, and then poof! he just disappeared. Trapped under a large piece of furniture, spontaneously combusted, who knows, but at least I now know he is still alive. It's entertaining when these things happen because the tone is always so casual like 8 or 9 months haven't gone by and hey, remember we were going to go to a wine tasting? This dude now wants to send me a couple tickets to an event next month and then meet up with me there. So... a couple of tickets means it definitely isn't a date, but it is a great opportunity to do something fun and possibly meet new people. I will accept the invite and either show up with my new boyfriend, which I have a month to find, or one of my single girlfriends who since I have declared my quest have also happily been coming out of the woodwork.

Typically this is one of those when-it-rains-it-pours sort of thing. So, I can't wait to see who creeps out of the woodwork next...