Sometimes it's hard to take no for answer; Kevin was good case in point. I don't think his insistence that he and I should go out had much do to with me per say, as much as it had to do with desperation with to find a girlfriend. Or just a woman to go out with for that matter.

It's no secret dating is hard. It's hard to meet someone you connect with, that meets your qualifications (because lets remember, dating is not an equal opportunity sport here, you're allowed to be choosy), and it's infinitely more difficult when you've got a tragic flaw working against you.

For Kevin, it was his height and the poor guy clearly had a hard time finding a woman who'd give him the time of day, given his vertically challenged stature. He had to work that much harder; his smarmy charm, his well-displayed intelligence, his fashionable good-looks (he wasn't a troll), his high-powered job and outgoing over-bearing personality, were all the ways he over-compensated for being under-sized. He knew that to get a woman to go out with him, it would take some work, and his over-selling of himself, his need to convince me to go out with him, was just part of his dating strategy. I was nothing more than another woman he was interested in, and had to work to get a date with.

For me, my tragic flaw was that I was divorced. It may not seem like that big of a deal (and I'd argue that it's not) but there were plenty of guys out there who were skeptical of my status as a divorce' in her mid-twenties. They wondered if I was one of those girls who raced down the aisle and was looking for my next run. Wondered what was 'wrong' with me that I'd be divorced so soon after getting married. Questioned why it was I got married in the first place. And I over-compensated to cover-up my flaw by pretending to be the fun, fearless female; calm cool and confident; Sassy, strong and sexy. Hoped the act distracted them from the fact that hey, this chicks been around block already - she's damaged.

I guess we all have our issues...

My other issue was that I had another guy who I promised Karma I'd stop carrying on with over email. And that was how I ended up watching the Sox game the following Wednesday night with Chandler...