MichelleSeeing as how all the men I seem to meet are married, in open relationships, commitment phobes, perverts, fuckwits, or assholes, I’ve gone and hired myself a life coach.

Not just any coach.

I’ve hired Chris, who has worked with my friend Jeanne and a few other friends to help them get their lives in order to great success.

I’m not sure how this coaching thing works, but I’m pleased that my coach is a man and can give me the male perspective on what is wrong with my love life.

I’m pretty sure he’s going to tell me that I am my own problem.

  • I OM
  • I’m going to Burning Man
  • I have friends in alternative lifestyles
  • I take sexuality classes

I’m sure my coach will make me work on myself.

Inventory all my past relationships.

Account for my own behavior with men, which I’m sorry to say I’ve grown accustomed to giving it back as good as I’m getting it.

All I am looking for is one good man, who is monogamous, funny, generous, and has time for me.

Tall and handsome would be fine by me too.

So be prepared for this blog to change a little and chronicle some of the exercises and activities I go through as I remodel this human being that is Michelle.

Proof I overthink things

mp-smallMogul friend Chris took me out to dinner last night at the Cheesecake factory.

Chris: Do you even see the men looking at you?

Me: Sometimes. Remember what an awkward looking kid I was? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that men think I’m pretty now.

Chris: Do you know why they think you’re pretty?

Me: I’ve always thought that I have a very interesting face. Sometimes it’s plain and other times it’s eye catching. I figure people look because they’re trying to figure out what it is about my face that changes it from one to the other.

Chris: Yeah. But maybe it’s just because you’re a tall blond with big tits.