We broke up in 2005 and then again in 2007. It was strange to see his name come popping up on my Facebook friend request list again this week. But a lot had changed in 6 years, and I was just as curious to find out what had changed for him. I was amused to…
Category: Dating
I’m Not Predjudiced But . . .
I had been talking to this fellow Trotter for several days now. The conversation was neither annoying nor fascinating, it was just general conversation via text and email. A not unpleasant diversion. We had agreed to meet for a date this week – and I was actually curious what it would be like to meet…
The Friend Zone
“I don’t want to date anymore.” He said. “I’ve decided I just want to build a community of friends and work from there. Y’know, find a friend in Pineville, one in Uptown, one in University. . .” “A girl in every port?” I asked. “Naw, why you gotta be like that? I just mean that…
Happy Trails Day
It was 9 years ago today that I packed my Toyota Corolla and headed west to Colorado. I stopped by my mom’s to tell her goodbye, then got in my car and just started driving. My reason for leaving on February 13th was calculated: I didn’t want to spend another Valentine’s Day with someone who…
The Whoosh Factor
Sometimes, I’m just not that perceptive. “I tried to hit on you last year when we saw each other at the convention,” someone recently told me. I tried to think back and couldn’t think of a single thing he said to indicate to me that he was interested. Nothing sprang to mind. It’s not the first…
Need A Hug?
I had a coffee date last week with someone who has just started the divorce process, including finally realizing the ex had already moved on without him. As we chatted about life after marriage, I was reminded of my own post-marriage realizations. I chose to move 1,600 miles away from my ex-husband during the divorce…
Don’t Tell Me I’m Beautiful
My mom used to think it was helpful to tell me that “I have a beautiful face, and if I could just lose a few pounds. . .” She would often reinforce that sentiment by telling me how she had shown people at work my pictures and they had said the same thing. I know…
The Tale of Bra Boy
He found me on Yahoo. I was in the process of separating from my husband and moving to Denver, he lived in Colorado Springs. He assured me it was fairly close by. We chatted back and forth over several weeks. When I first arrived in Denver, I knew no one other than my landlord/roommate…
Romance vs. 7-11
I once dated a taxicab driver for about 5 months. I worked days, he worked nights and weekends. We would meet for lunch and/or dinner at my place, sometimes bounce some springs, and then he’d head off in to the night. I broke it off when I started to feel like his personal 7-11: a place…