So in the three months since D and I stopped dating, I’ve been on six first dates. All were one and dones. I’ve had two ex-boyfriends make re-appearances (nothing happened there either…there’s a reason they are exes). The only person I’ve met in the last three months who I even had some sort of interest in was a guy I met last week who in was in town visiting from NY and is six years younger than I am. I had a blast of weekend hanging out with him, but Monday morning came and the fun had to end. Life’s funny like that.
To be honest, I just haven’t really felt like moving on yet. The D break-up was one of the toughest I’ve had for some reason and I’ve basically spent the last few months being sad about it and not being able to “let it go”. It was nice to have those butterflies again and for once (in a long time) not spend most of the weekend thinking about where D was or what he was doing. This weekend was kind of the kick in the butt that I needed to move along, but it also reminded me of how lonely I’ve been the last few months. Now I just need a great guy (who preferably doesn’t live 700 miles away and is in somewhat my age range) to make an appearance. That’s not too much to ask, right?!