Short Term, Really Short Term and Long Term

So I went out with a friend last night and saw a guy friend that I hadn't seen in a really long time. My friend Dennis is very special to me. I've known him for about a year and I met him while I was bartending at the Sundance (a bar of 20 years now torn down, pause for a moment of silence....). Ok, anyways, I went camping quite a bit with this guy and some of his friends last summer and actually had an unfortunate accident at his house in August. I was climbing up his ladder to his loft bedroom and fell off the ladder unfortunately fracturing my L1 veterbrae. He took me to the hospital where I spent two weeks but now have a bionic titanium vertebrae, no paralysis or strength loss and a pretty little six digit number for a hospital bill since I didn't have insurance. Anyway, Dennis is one of my good close friends. I guess you could say we dated but our timing has always been off. But he's one of those guys who I can only see being with short term. I really can't see us together in the future if I look down the road 5 years from now. I've tried but I just can't see it.

Greg, the youngster, is very short term. Not only is he leaving at the beginning of April for his summer job, I have vowed not to date anyone more than five years younger than me again. It's just too big of an age difference for me. He still talks about friends from high school. I don't even remember anyone from high school, like I even want to.

Then there's Mike D. I love this guy! He's probably my best friend and totally my partner in crime. He's a guy that I could take home to meet my parents and not have to worry about him doing anything stupid or saying anything offensive. He plays golf and totally thinks its cool that I'm a golf pro. He's down to earth, funny and I can't help but be able to see us down the road coexisting together and having a good life. But he has no idea that I think this, at all. And he never reads my blog because he says it's "the rantings of a crazy woman", so he won't find out about this post.

But what will probably happen is I will end up an old maid with a dog (probably a male boxer, the most masculine of dogs) teaching golf lessons on the side while I make money selling vegetables from my garden in a small seaside town. No men in site...