Dating in the concrete swamp.

So here I sit on a Friday night, typing away at the keyboard. The only male in the vicinity of me is my two lovely dogs curled up next to me. Me, laying comfortably on the bed in the whites. It is obvious I am not dating. 

Some people are perplexed by this. However, the fact is that I am where I would like to be for tonight. There are certain things about being curled up next to the male species all cozy that warms me to my toes. Even if the male species has four legs. 

I was in a conversation with some galfriends about accidental dating and was described to me as "hooking up". The hooking up being that a male and female meet, chat, flirt, and eventually hook up. But hooking up could mean all manner of things. It could mean smacking out with a guy, your tongue with his or it could mean getting busy somewhere. Either way, it is apparent that casual sex is everywhere. It was somewhat disurbing as they discussed how hooking up was better than battling it out or waiting for Mr. Right. Some girls seemed as intent on "hittin it" at the guys. Somewhat disturbing. Their cavalier attitudes about sex lead me to believe that most likely, the 20 and 30 something generation will not produce many happy marriages or children. 

Also disturbing about this- has anyone noticed that STD's once thought to be eradicated are on the rise?  Syphillis, gonorrhea, herpes, and HIV are not going away.  With casual sex happening so often, people are apparently not protecting themselves. Our generation will either be dead, have no child to carry on the family name, or diseased prior to populating the country again.

And a final note to leave you with - However, with so many things to think of health wise, monogomy makes a whole lot of sense to me afterall. Not to mention the moral issues. The sanctity of marriage and such.  I'm not at all desperate for anything like that however to start with, lately I feel like I am ready to commit myself again as much as I enjoy my freedom, I can't wait to share again and love...the imperfecture of the one I love. And I will save that for another soap box night. For now, I am headed to dream land.......