“You’re not single because you have options” my friend told me.  Well, then I haven't been single since puberty.  I have an ex that still calls to “hang out” even though more time has passed since we ended than we spent as a couple.  With past flames like this returning and even some new prospects, I've been contemplating my course of action as a single man and realized: it’s been 10 years since my high school sweetheart and first love began, but I’ve been completely single and unattached (read: no booty calls) for only 10 of those months.  Those 10 months came in the form of a 3 month “drought” following a split, a 5 month “break” to get over that bad split, and the current 2 month “hiatus”.  Outside of those times, I’ve never gone more than about a month without getting some skin.  In past months I'd even rotated through the current roster with each getting their own weekend.  Maybe I should call Rachel, Kalika, Jamie, or Holly and ask what rehab Tiger checked into?

It fast approaches: the day those in love cherish and singles dread.  You know which you are because you either have diversionary plans or it snuck up on you.  Believe it or not, men know the importance of Valentine’s Day: forget it and your woman will make you suffer.  We prefer an easy existence.  Some of us even relish the opportunity to make our special lady smile, showing her how much she means to us.  But I think those of us who haven’t fallen would prefer lower expectations for the day.  One of my favorite scenes from “Sex and the City” poses the question, “Is it just me or is Valentine’s Day on steroids this year?”

Once upon a time I had morals, values, and was a picky SOB who refused to settle for anything less than what I wanted.  The dating world, however, has taught me different. My best friend, who happens to be the life of any party, was having his nearly 30th birthday party in NYC.  I booked a hotel nearby to get the festivities started early.  Of course I invited the 20-something Colombiana Sagittarian I had started messing around with a few weeks prior.  Only problem is the prior weekend I had hosted a BBQ with my best friend, the Colombiana, and the nearly 40-year-old Jamaican I had been with all spring and would still kick it with from time to time. It's my fault for inviting my current and past to the same BBQ, but they both separately talked of wanting to do a threesome with me so I figured I'd do the dumb thing and try and force it.  I knew I didn't care so I even went ahead and told them about each other.  Well, it was a bit awkward when they caught hurt feelings, naturally, and then my friend brazenly invited the Jamaican down to his party.  She of course invited herself to stay in the room with the Colombiana and me, not at all to the preference of the Colombiana.  Damn those controlling Aries.