There’s A Better Way

All jacked up… That’s a Southern saying if you’ve never heard that before. It’s what my dating life has been for weeks and weeks and frankly, I’m exhausted. 

Dating blows. 

During the course of reading another person’s blog I came across this really cool app and decided to check it out.

I’m a very outgoing person by nature. I have a presence when I enter a room. It’s not for show, it’s just my personality. I’m not a wallflower. I like to be in the middle of all of the fun. Meeting new people makes me happy to my core.

I joined a few groups of singles close by and was immediately welcomed by my new friend Tim to Frisco Singles. They had a happy hour with sushi planned the next day so I RSVP’d and was very excited about the prospect of meeting other singles, both men and women in a safe environment.

I got ready, excited to walk into a room full of like minded singles without any pressure, able to just be my loud, silly self. They did NOT disappoint! I was greeted immediately by both the men and women. They warmly welcomed me to join them (probably 15 people) and I made fast friends with Tim. He’s already “promoted” me to an Event Organizer because we had so much fun!

I made friends with a great lady, Laurie and another guy friend Scott. Laurie and I went to watch Scott’s hockey team beat their opponents and the three of us had a beer afterward. We exchanged numbers. What a fun, relaxing, carefree night.

Tim reiterated last night that we tend to find love when we least expect it. The men in attendance were all attractive. I think I’ve found a great group of new friends, and to me that’s better than 15 dates with Tinder losers.

I’m off to plan some fun events with my new friends!

-THAT Crazy Girl 


Don’t Be A Dick

Just had my first experience with someone being a hypercritical asshole on here. He felt the need to criticize how a wrote a certain sentence. Sometimes I wonder what people who treat others this way gain from this? If I correct the sentence does that make him feel all better? Does he “win” because he pointed that out? The funny thing is, I typed it in haste and he’s correct but there was no need to point it out and be an asshole about it.

I’m going to leave the sentence the way it is so that it bugs the hell out of people like him.

Grammar Asshole just wrote about fungi. Fascinating stuff. I feel sorry for people like him who can’t see the truth or pain in someone’s words and feels the need to point out an error made by another person who enjoys writing and is learning to blog.
Go Fuck Yourself, Grammar Asshole. With a dictionary. 

-THAT Crazy Girl 

Feeling It Out

Last night’s date with “The Nerd” turned out to be the best date I’ve had in a long time. He wasn’t a nerd at all… As a matter of fact, this man was gorgeous and very much my type. He’s one whose photographs don’t do him justice and when he walked in we were both pretty happy. He was affectionate, he was hysterically witty, and made eye contact with me. 

He was in exceptional shape which intimidated the hell out of me because I’m not. 

After coffee we just walked around the square in the town I grew up in many times. I was sad the shops were closed because I had so many things I wanted to show him.

I let him drive my brand new sports car to his own car. We took several blocks before he pulled over close to his car.

He put both hands on either side of my face and kissed me tenderly, and twice.

We’ve agreed that we will both be busy over the weekend but I’m sure we will text (we did today). We agreed that we will see each other again next week. 

Keep your fingers crossed, because there’s something about this man that is a keeper. I will also refer to him as “The Gentle Marine” instead of “The Nerd” because that’s what he is.

Let’s just see….

-THAT Crazy Girl 


I can’t believe it’s been three weeks since I’ve blogged. My life has been insanity and I’ve celebrated the birthday of my son becoming an adult. I’ve been in an emotional funk of sorts. His 18th birthday was harder on me than I’d ever expected. It came out of nowhere the second week of March and I’ve experienced inherent sadness all month. This is the closest I’ve come to being truly depressed in many years.

My baby boy is an adult. I can’t protect him anymore. It’s gut wrenching in a way I hadn’t expected, like getting the wind knocked out of me.

FMDL is actually my “dating” life not my “damned” life, but I’m still in a funk needless to say.

But enough about that….

So here’s my life in a nutshell:

1. I’m arguing with my ex and not speaking to him at the time. I’m tired of being his listening ear but seeing him do nothing about it. My daughter is unhappy. Only he can fix this.

2. I’m still involved with “Crazy Ex Girlfriend”. I have no valid reason as to why other than I loved him once, still love him and cannot resist his sexiness. He’s the best I’ve ever had. I can keep having it whenever I want. The situation is so incredibly fucked up, though, and I know I won’t be able to make a life with him, sadly, but in the meantime, great sex.

3. The Murse. This guy is so goddamned boring that all I can type is this sentence.

4. The Attorney. I really liked this guy a lot. Great chemistry, very handsome, and we spent St. Paddy’s together. That was our third date and now he’s ghosting. I will not chase any man. 

5. The Nerd. This date happens tonight. I’m feeling this guy out (not literally). He seems a tad needy and a bit moody. Needy is an absolute NO for me. Non-negotiable. We will see how it goes.

6. Creepy Cop expected to get laid. I proceeded to show him laid… Laid into for being a creepy sonofabitch. 

7. Veteran Cop is new. I can’t decide if I like him because he’s 51 and I date younger. He also has a cop stache but he’s pretty funny and of equal intelligence, sharp witted and I’ll see how that goes.

I think that’s enough of an update for now. Sorry for falling off the planet, but y’all already know I go silent.

-THAT Crazy Girl 

Sneaky Flame App Redux


I feel like the weakest woman on the planet sometimes. When it comes to this goddamned app I have the self control of the world’s fattest man in a Krispy Kreme doughnut shop.

Before you judge, though, let me tell you what I did. 

The entire last year on that app was so depressing. At 46 I put my photos up, was nice and rarely even got a message. I look the same, save the blonde highlights I got recently. 

Apparently 47, a tad blonder, a tiny touch of cleavage (tiny… I mean it. I’m a DDD. If I were to put my boobs on Tinder NOTHING about it would be tiny and I’d have 5000 legitimate fucking perverts to weed through) and I let my true self shine through. That means I’m a total fucking sarcastic smart ass this time around. 

I made my new profile less than 48 hours ago and I’ve already been on a date and have more than 200 messages in my box. From hot guys 35-50 (my realistic age range) who have been respectful so far. Is 47 the new 30? Do blondes really have more fun? Can men really handle my sarcastic, witty self? How did I not know this? 

Last night’s date was mediocre. We knew each other in middle school come to find out. He’s exceptionally boring. He’s done a lot of therapy. He’s nice but not my type. I didn’t tell him his facial hair looked awful on him and he was much more handsome before he started running marathons (i.e. 75 pounds heavier). I won’t see him again.

I have another date tonight and my dance card is full through next week. Don’t ask me what changed other than a couple of photos and letting my true asshole shine through. Apparently men find that funny. I wish I had known all it took was being honest.

I also have a new outlook on this. I’ve shown interest in guys that I normally wouldn’t have. Instead of 6′ I’ve dropped it to 5’10. I’ve expanded my ages to a little older (but they still have to be handsome). I’ve let up on not liking the dad bod a little bit. 

My hopes aren’t up, but my vigor is renewed.

I give it two weeks.

-THAT Crazy Girl