“If you can’t be with the one you love, honey…

Love the one you’re with…” ~Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, Love the one you’re with.



The worst part about dating two guys that you really like is that you really like them both.

Eventually there will have to be a decision and someone's heart will be broken (It could be mine, even) but for now, it’s all about enjoying my time with each of them. A wise woman once said, “When life gives you popsicles, don’t complain.” And right now, that’s what I have: a choice of popsicle flavors.

Cherry or grape? Orange Creamsicle, or a Pudding Pop? For the sake of anonymity, the boys will henceforth be referred to as the frozen delicacy that they favor.




Lime Otterpop caught this girl’s eye. With dashing good looks and a charming smile, he’s HOT. He’s quirky and outgoing but not weird or loud. Rather, it’s endearing. Sir Lime winks and smiles if he catches my eye. And to top it all off, he’s just incredibly nice. Not at all cold and icey like his name might suggest.

We can talk about anything- from historical sentimentality, to statistics, to baseball, to dog poop. Often times, the conversations come full-circle and the laughter ensues. Sir Lime even followed the Tiger’s rocky climb to the top and is nearby to console a pouting, yet hopeful fan. Really, he’s a catch.



Bomb Pop was a surprise. He approached me and each time something new is learned about him, it blows my mind- hence the Bomb Pop moniker. We share the same home town and attended rival high schools. The Bomb and I share the same affinity for a certain food item that is unavailable anywhere other than in our home town, heavy metal, Classic Rock, and staying grounded.




The Bomb calls just to chat and he’s watchful of how late he calls. He’s polite and soft-spoken without lacking confidence. Thoughtful AND a good cook! The Bomb contacted me first despite the lack of photos in the profile and didn’t badger for photos as so many guys have done although at first sight of him, there was nearly a puddle of melted Scarlett all over the doorway of the dining establishment because he was so hot.

Both share a similar path in life, both have a boyish charm and smiling eyes, intellect and a laid-back, fun outlook on life. At this point, there is no picking one. And who knew that 6 weeks later, not just one, but BOTH would still be around? “Surely, they will weed themselves out. Surely…” Not anyone who is familiar with the track record of the past 3 years.


“Do they know about each other?” Someone asks...

“No, but if they asked, I would tell them and I’m not going about this with bad intentions or using careless methodology,” Is the standard reply.

“Aren’t you worried that they might be seeing other girls?”

“No and yes. No, because in their case, there IS someone else and that would be crappy and illogical to deny them the same freedom… and if they choose another girl, it wasn’t meant to be. Yes, because we’re all a tad bit neurotic about protecting our emotions, right?



At this point, I am happy. All parties are free to explore opportunities until some undetermined point in the future. There are no expectations other than basic courtesy. All else is bonus. Unlike in the World Series, no one is ahead of the other, no errors have been made, two men on the bases, no outs, no strikes.

Time will tell; I’m sure of this.