A year ago (just about) I went out on a date. I had lots of expectations – all of which were dashed! The individual a “Mr Friday” if I recall was not blessed with many social graces! (click to find out!). I’ve seen the funny side of the encounter ever since – but dates since then have been thin on the ground. In fact, dear reader, non-existent!
Well enough is enough! I logged on to one of the sites I seem to be subscribed to and decided to be a bit more pro-active. I emailed a few ‘likely’ men and one has replied. We exchanged a few messages at the weekend and spoke on the phone on Sunday evening. We may meet next weekend! During the day this time!
I have to say I’m not that convinced about this particular specimen of the human race as he hasn’t bothered to message me since our phone call since Sunday and as I was the one that phoned him (I’m not releasing my phone no. just to any stranger!) I’m not that impressed!
So whereas a year ago my expectations were high and I so wanted the whole thing to pan out brilliantly, now, a year later, I find I’m just mildly curious to meet this man. If he’s nice I may like to see him again. I’ll see!
What I seem to have finally got rid of is carrying around all my ‘baggage’ from my divorce. Yes I still miss Alex (rather more than I’d wish) but I have a new confidence in me that’s saying I’m fine on my own until the right person turns up.
I’m probably not putting this very well. But I know what I mean. It’s sort of feeling more in charge of me and a feeling that I don’t need to be reliant on anyone else to make me feel safe any more. I can do that for myself.
Yes, I still feel lonely and I really don’t like being on my own but I can wait and it’s OK.