About 6 or 7 people asked me what happened to my unicorn after my “False Alarm” post.

It caught me off guard. You all had this urgency to find out why I changed my mind. In all my conversations we were discussing other subjects and then bam… “What happened with that dude?” “No unicorn? Why?”

It’s my fault. I jumped the gun when it came to my initial assessment and let’s face it—I’m fickle when it comes to men. I shouldn’t have shared that much. When have I ever shared that much about a first date? Never.

But I was excited.

I enjoyed my hand being held a little too much. I liked the prospect of a handsome man kissing me hello / good morning / good night. I wanted to picture all of my simple lady fantasies with a real face. I sought potential in every thing we had in common. I am in love with the idea of love.

The vagina, brain and heart are continually battling it out when evaluating every man I come across. I won't say who put their foot down, but one did. When they all finally agree—that’s when I’ve found the unicorn. Until then, the search continues.