Yes, the sky is Blue

I am writing about this because currently it happens to be one of the big decisions in my life (along with the back & forth battle of whether its still acceptable to wearing black tights).
It has really only been in the past 5 years that I have experienced the flood of cross-country invites from prospective suitors. If you are lucky/unlucky enough to not be familiar with this, it translates into a you are here and I am there so I will bring you here and we will both be here together.
Most, if not all, of these potential boyfriends/ex-boyfriends/creeps rarely hold more than 3 legitimate conversations with me before offering to fly me at any desired date in the upcoming near future to his home/mansion/hotel in a city on the beach/water/hills so he can pamper/wine&dine me.
In a movie this would play out as effortless & cool as it sounds when they first mention it. It may even play out (in a movie) similarly to how your close girlfriends would image & encourage you to the point of actually agreeing to this kidnapping of sorts, before realizing that nothing comes without a price. I mean, even Google won't pull you up in a search if you don't scream his name all over your page. As is this situation, which, as hopeless romantic and risk taking as I may be, I know that there is no such thing as a free ride. So having said that, I am tallying the missed opportunities of the past 3 months for good measure. They are as follows:
1-Miami
2-Chicago
3-San Diego
4-Greece (lets be honest, I could've sucked it up, or down, for that one)
5-Vegas
6-LA
7- Santa Barbara

To be honest, the mental shame that would've been (added) to my conscious, & furthermore my overall 'number', would not be worth it. With the exception of Greece possibly... man that guy was little...