I'm not good at meeting men. I married the first guy I had sex with and I didn't get married until I was over 30. Then that didn't work out so I'm back to square one with a few more dents than I started with. But, I am back, sort of. I don't know what I'm looking for or what I want. I used to know. These days I don't even know what I need. There is no type.

I hear other women discussing men and saying "He's not my type." What does that mean really? He doesn't interest me is what I think it really means. So just say it.

So many women are looking for a man. But our way of doing it is coy. Meet his eyes once, then look away and pretend you're not taking peeks at him when you think he isn't going to see you peeking. Kid stuff. Suck it up and meet his gaze, draw it to you and pull the poor bastard in. If he doesn't come over fine, he might be a good boy or a married boy. Don't get discouraged just move along to the next one.

The less you want a man the more they seem to be drawn to you. My married sister attracts more men than I do. But, I think somehow they can sense I'm looking. She isn't. She has two kids, a husband she can really count on who does stand up to her when he chooses to. They're an interesting blend of two people.

Anyway, I think if I decided I don't really want to bother with men I'd soon have one. But, the odd part is that except for sex, companionship and children I really don't want a man. I can open my own jars, take care of bugs and I can always buy a step ladder if I need one to reach high shelves.