In an America where the economy seems to be going down the toilet, many people may turn to their friends or even to the online world to find someone that they can casually screw around with. It’s tough times and no one really wants to spend the gas money to pick up a date, take her out and hope they get some action. It’s much simpler to just spend money on gas, condoms and lube and forgo romance until you get a better job or win the lottery.

That’s alright but I’ve done quite enough bed hopping in the past 8 months to make anyone tired of casual flings. I opted to search for something different. Rather than give up my bar crawling, bedroom visiting expensive ways, I’d find a rich man. Not just any rich man, but THE rich man. Someone respectful, sexual, and interested in having fun on his dime.

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The first time I met Mr.Timid as I like to call him, I was thoroughly let down. He was cute, Half Asian and British. Went to a local college in Philadelphia. He was a total football freak and my ex and I were still fighting with each other over the breakup. I wanted some sort of loving and I invited him over to watch an Eagles game. He came in and we ACTUALLY watched an Eagles game. No, really. He ignored me the ENTIRE time and actually watched the game. What? HUH? WHO ACTUALLY WATCHES A GAME WHEN A HOT WOMAN INVITES YOU OVER. He didn't even kiss me. Just drank beer and watched it. That was the day I learned that men will seriously give up sex for football. I will never invite a man over again during game night.

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I can only say that my roommate wasn't particularly pleased when she walked in and saw boxes in the middle of the floor after being gone for Easter weekend. I began the annoying task of tearing my dorm room apart and moving things to Philadelphi this week. I said goodbye to my Xbox360 and Wii and put them in their respective cases, as well as packed up all of my DVDs and CDs and placed them in a box, and then well... I proceeded to see what kind of trouble I could get into because that's what I'm best at doing.

Mr. Wonderful checked in with me on Tuesday as if he knew I was apprehensive. Told me he didn't want to bother me and that he was just so used to getting stood up that he wanted to make sure I was still going to show up. It was like he knew I was close to calling the whole thing off. I mean, what do you say when a hot, attractive, goal oriented man with a great job, who is an amazing kisser and has talented hands wants to see you, and him wanting to see you makes him almost giddy with excitement? You can't say no. At least I couldn't. So with that little conversation, I committed to the weekend and worried my ass off that somehow I'd fuck this up.

Since I was going to go through with the weekend despite my previous reservations, I was going to imbibe in as many available men as I could before I saw him. Almost an insurance that if I wasn't horny before I saw him, and had plenty of fun the days before our visit I'd keep my hands off of the man. I made tracks with some of the men on my To Do list (pardon the pun.)

I'm not sure I'll ever really understand the male persuasion. As a pretty good looking, busty, video game playing, bar hopping and cocky chick, I get a good number of men talking to me. Did I mention the tattoos, piercings and cool punk rock hair? So I'm pretty much rolling in men who are incredibly interested in sleeping with me. With that in mind, I have a fair amount of sex on daily to semi daily basis and it's great (for the most part) but here's the biggest catch. This group of men who don't get it when I say “I'm not interested in settling down. I don't want a boyfriend. I'm not ready to commit to anyone right now”, and then a few weeks or months down the line of us being friends with benefits or f*ck buddies, I get asked to be his girl and I have to tell them that not only am I not interested in settling, but I have to be the mean girl to remind them that I'm also fooling around with several other men.

In the new millennium wisdom of Sex and the City, one cannot talk about Singledom without talking about Samantha Jones, the perpetually single almost 50 year old sexually active woman. Perhaps the most beautiful and relevant words to flow from her mouth were at the end of the last movie, as she is breaking up with her boyfriend of 5 years. “I’m gonna say the one thing you aren’t supposed to say. I love you…but I love me more. I’ve been in a relationship with myself for 49 years and that’s the one I need to work on.” Cold? Yes, but it may just be the most responsible thing that the character has ever uttered in the 7 year run of the show. What does this have to do with B, me, Hellationships? Everything actually. I spent 5 years in long term relationships, going from one boyfriend to the next with nothing but a few days to only a month between relationships. After a while it became painfully obvious to everyone but me, that I needed a break and in September of 2008 I decided to take a hiatus from commitment.