Home, sweet home.

So, after many long months away, on my best behavior, I am back. Single as ever. My Swiss man proved his priorities were far too different and self serving than mine and I had to give him away. Only after selling everything, subletting my place in the hills and moving for one short month to Europe. Only to find I have made far too many sacrifices and he has made none.

So I'm back. With more power than before.

I got an amazing cottage in Venice and have been sampling the local cuisine. Of men, that is. So many boys, so little time. Really, they are all boys around here, even the old ones. Who can blame them? The city of lost angeles houses the largest adult playground with one beauty after another around every corner. No wonder they do not settle down. It's hard enough to make dinner plans around here in case something better comes up. Imagine actually committing!

I went on three amazing dates in three days with a chap I met on Match.com. Then he never called me again. No surprise, I guess. Except I was completely surprised. The only excuse for his disappearance at this point would be a very long coma. Sadly all the women I have shared this story with are all to familiar with how it played out. I'd like to give him a piece of my mind but don't want to waste my time or energy seeking him out.

Lucky for me Texas holds the full house when it comes to gentlemen. And even luckier to call it home. I think it's a little bit culture, a little bit lifestyle and a whole lot of family values that makes people there so genuine. I've found a diamond, if we can make the distance dissappear. One way or another, I'm going home.