I was faced with a perplexing situation the other day. It's an unlikely situation that Izzy in Grey's Anatomy was previously only privy to — having to choose between two men.

Granted, one of the boys in my midst wasn't dead, but nevertheless, I had a gleeful Katherine Heigl moment of my very own.

So there I am, putty in the hands of two strapping men. Two single men, which in this town, is a hard commodity to come by. Stumbling across one single man in my circle is a surprise, but two is literally unheard of.

Both are devilishly good looking; both are smoking hot in all the right places. Forearms, check. Just the right amount of chest hair peeking out from above the collarline, check. Dishy faces, check.

Found their way to my suburb

Two hot young studs, both vying for my attention and both are as good looking as the other. It's been a while since this scenario found its way into my suburb, so to speak. And this is when it all comes down to personal experience. This is the perfect example of how one's wisdom gleaned over the years needs to come to fruition.

See, back in the heady days of hooking up over vodka shots on the back lawn of someone's party house, I would've probably chosen the specimen with the cocky outlook. The one who makes me laugh uproariously, flirts like a demon, acts like he's still 18, and yet, has left a trail of broken hearts in his wake.

I made those mistakes when I was 26, now I need to sit up, listen and learn something from those mistakes I made with such reckless abandon.

Out of the two, both were funny and charming. I had books, travel, interests and outlook on life, in common with Boy 1. And Boy 2 just smelt really, really, really good.

'His pheromones were driving me crazy... '

Whether we had common interests and values in common, who knew. His pheromones were driving me crazy. Some people like Old Spice; some people like whatever the heck it was he was wearing. And I was completely smitten the moment I caught whiff of him. He certainly was the cockier of the two, and immediately warning bells began clanging somewhere in the distance.

Maybe I was misjudging him. Maybe his aftershave was obliterating my rational thoughts, but surely it would be better to go for the guy who seemed more on my wavelength, because isn't that what experience is about? Learning from bad habits?

This sexy creature ahead of me was a dangerous man, a man that would probably shatter my heart into fragments, just like before.

While juggling this information around in my head and wondering how the universe could be so cruel, I focused on the guy more suited to me. Maybe he smelt nice too? Or maybe he just had a kinder, softer face. Not a chiselled man-jaw dotted with Brad Pitt stubble and smelling like the Marlboro Man after a shower.

Just too overwhelming

It was too overwhelming, with too many self-preserving thoughts to juggle, so I went home. I left them both there, and roared home. Not out of fear — I know when 'The Fear' grips me — but because if there is one thing I have learnt, it's that one shouldn't be impulsive when one doesn't know what to do. One needs to sleep on it. And good aftershave just clouds the thoughts, frankly.

Some time passed, and I got to see them more; got to know both. And as luck would have it — or maybe it just naturally happened this way because this is what I subliminally wanted — Boy 1 ended up being attached, and Boy 2 and I found that we had more in common than cologne. This only cemented after a few days.

Rather proud of myself

How sensible am I? You have to realise that although I still went for Marlboro Man After a scrub, it's only because I thought it through. I've been in the habit of not doing that. So please understand how proud I was of this personal achievement.

The other side of the coin is that because he strikes me as the 'Don't Go Near type', I'm not expecting much. I'm doing nothing; expecting nothing, carrying on. Some stereotypes don't change, and although I strongly believe people can transform into better beings, I'm still well aware that people are typecasted for a reason.

This wisdom has left me a very happy woman.