Two roads diverged in the woods, and I took neither...

In the past few days, I have had the best of both worlds when it comes to men. On one end of the spectrum, I hung out with a drop dead gorgeous professional hockey player for virtually three days straight. On the opposite end, I had a whirlwind 24 hours with one of the most thought provoking and powerful men I have ever met. So who do I choose?

I had a ton of fun with the NHL player. He was a total goofball, really nice, and liked to have fun. The night we met, he actually sat at the bar and waited at my restaurant for 5 hours before I ended up giving him my number. He was a genuine, good looking guy who wasn't shy about his intentions, and he had a body to boot. The downside to mister-hockey-cutie-pie was that it was pretty evident he had been hit in the head with a hockey puck one too may times. So, as much as there was this physical chemistry between us, I knew it could never go anywhere... except to the bedroom. I know, I know. You are probably wondering why I didn't just suck it up. I'll tell you why... I can deal with a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them. To put it in perspective, he bought a Star of David necklace from David Yurman because he thought it looked cool, yet, he's Catholic... 

Are you smelling what I'm stepping in?

And then there's the other guy, Mr. Wall Street. Now, I am a magnet for older men, and have been for quite some time. Constantly, from them, I hear: "you're genuine", "you're real", or "you cut through the bullshit". Yeah we all get it, I'm freaking awesome. While I have heard that from gents my age, I have a feeling the older ones probably value it a little bit more, you know, because they have been around the block a few more times. The man that I have spent the last 24 hours with was no different. He was intriguing, successful, and heartfelt, but he's 20 years my senior and sadly doesn't look like Brad Pitt. I thought Fred Astaire was too old for Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face, and the same goes for Mr. Wall Street and me. Besides, I'm pretty sure I don't want to be picking up this guy's Viagra prescription in 10 years, and wiping his ass in 20. Thanks, but no thanks. 

So, here I am confronted with two polar opposites. One, I want to sleep with and can't stand the idea of trying to have a conversation with, and the other, I could hang out with all day, but the idea of kissing him makes me feel borderline uncomfortable. Both have asked to see me again. And while it pains me, I just don't think I can do it. Looks like I'm just going to have to chalk it up to a free meal and a good time with both of these guys. Back to the drawing board.

'Til next time,

A Babe In Boston

P.S. If you haven't checked out this video with Kid President yet, do it. It will make you want to dance.