How do you know the difference?

Am told me last week that I’m a serial-monogamist, which is completely true. I spent two years with Fat-Boy, and after a three month break, five years with Dustin. I have a problem with long term relationships and leaving them (lets leave the reasons behind this problem, for another day, shall we?).

However, this elephant-in-the-corner that we’re ignoring leads me to a new problem. How do I differentiate between the different types of men the newly-single me will now encounter?

Mr. Right: Obviously, this is what optimally I’m looking for. At 25, I’m ready to find someone to settle down with. Hell, at 22 I was ready to settle down. But Mr. Right is supposed to become Mr. Forever (at least in my book), and that always takes awhile to figure out. So, Mr. Right will most likely start out as…

Mr. Right-Now: Any guy who I would call my boyfriend would ideally fall into this category, but not always. Mr. Right-Now is the guy that seems like he could become Mr. Right, but it’s unclear. Usually it’s a gut feeling that tells you he’s not the forever kinda guy, and in the back of your mind you’re questioning whether or not there is someone else out there who would be a better fit.

Mr. Right-in-front-of me: This is the hardest guy to figure out, because he can wear many different disguises. The one-night-stand, the rebound-guy, the all-consuming-crush, and Mr. Right-Now are all different aspects of this category. The hard part comes from trying to decide who, in the grand scheme of things, Mr. Right-in-front-of-me is.

So this is my problem. I must start at the bottom, and work my way back up, and so thus will begin with Mr. Right-in-front-of-me. But figuring out which roll he (whoever he is) will play in my life is a much harder thing to grasp.

It doesn’t help that I’m being thrust into dating after seven years of serial monogamy. Dating at 25 is different than dating at 20, which is different again from dating at 16, which is the last time I was really active in the “dating scene.” This whole thing is making me feel like high school all over again.

I think my greatest fear is in being wrong again. I’m terrified of making the wrong decisions at this point in my life. I’ve been wrong so many times before, and am tired of it, and thus find myself keeping away from any sort of serious decision that isn’t related to my college courses.

If there isn’t a decision to be made, I can’t be wrong, right?