Emotional Wacko or Hot Nice Guy?

Who would you choose?  Seems like a no-brainer, right?  But I’ve made the wrong choice time after time.  This past weekend, I changed all that.

Last weekend I took a vacation to the state I lived in with Mr. Hyde.  My kids and I have a lot of friends there.  With the legal protection order in place now against Mr. Hyde, I felt safe enough to visit.  My friend lives more than an hour away from him and I stayed away from the old neighborhood.  Since the protection order, I haven’t heard a peep from Mr. Hyde and I didn’t want to do anything to set him off.

Anyway, the kids and I had a great time visiting with friends and the week passed pleasantly drama free.  One of my last nights there, we did a girls night out.

Everywhere seemed dead, but we decided on one particular club because it had a dance floor we could enjoy.  Just when we were thinking of leaving to try another place, three guys joined our group of seven girls.  Most of our group were happily married women just out for fun girl’s night, but one of the three guys caught my eye…WOW.  He was muscular and just plain HOT.  We started talking and he just got better…he was nice too.  We talked, flirted and he even hugged me saying I was sweet.

Then, like a vulture, his brother swooped in on me.  One of the other girls pointed me out as the token ‘single’ girl in our crowd.  He came over, wrapped his arm around my waist, and literally pulled me away from his hot brother.  He started telling me about his rotten marriage, how his wife had just left him, and how lonely he was.  I fall for this crap all the time.  I feel sorry for the guy and then would feel guilty if I reject him, so I did a lot of forced smiling.  This guy rambled on and on about how sensitive he was and how broken he was now while I politely nodded and stole glances of hot guy standing by seeming unsure and awkward.