I try not to think about What might have been ‘Cause that was then And we have taken different roads We can’t go back again There’s no use giving in And there’s no way to know What might have been (What Might Have Been, as sung by Little Texas) This song has been going through…
Tag: dating
Just Breathe
In and out, in and out, don’t hyperventilate, don’t overthink it, don’t hold it in, don’t forget to let it out, breathe, breathe, breathe, feel like you’re in labor, feel like you’re drowning, feel like you are barely awake, feel like the world is yelling even though everything is deadly quiet. Just Breathe. whoooooooooooosh. Feel…
Engaged, Number One
When I was a child, I lived on the Atlantic Ocean. I loved walking on the wet sand and seeing the footsteps I left behind. I loved to see the rippling waves moving ever towards me, criss-crossing themselves to reach the shore, and then swirling around my ankles before pulling whatever they could back out…
I’m Not Prejudiced . . .Part Two
I feel I would be remiss if I did not finish this story, even though it may cast a somewhat disparaging light on me. I did not reply to Trotter’s last email, but within a day or so, I got another one. “. . . I would still like to meet you for lunch one…
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…
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…