“Get Over It”
So.. when M & I broke up last summer, I was heart broken and sure I would never love again. Ask Kate. I assured her I wouldn’t ever do it again. I was done with men.
As time went by, and I realized 1) how much better off I am without him, B) how great a catch I really am and 3) how many OTHER men there are out there, of course, my thinking changed. My pain was still there, but I realized “someday” I would be able to open myself up again.
I told myself that by March 9th I would allow myself to date again. March 9th being “Get Over It” day. Seemed like forever away at the time, and made sense. Well, that was yesterday.
And I’m kind of on the way. I am off my depression medication and hopeful that “so far, so good” will last. (BTW way off topic but I’m dying laughing at Betty pushing her food bowl around the patio. Weirdo.) I signed up for eharmony and have been spending a couple hours every week sifting through men, closing matches due to lazy eyes, strange tattoos or eek! children. Sending messages to guys that attract my attention. Trying not to take it personally when they close me. Or, view my profile twice and never respond (THE PAINTER!).
I’ve actually been on one date so far. A friend date, really. Meeting in early afternoon for coffee and a walk around downtown. It was nice. Or maybe just ok. He wore sandals and that kind of bothered me. He also was 39, and for some reason in my head I thought he was 31. Age doesn’t really matter to me, but realizing afterwards his real age made a lot of the things he said make more sense.
I realized after the date that even though we had a good conversation, I didn’t care if I ever heard from him again. No spark. Just.. if he called – ok, if not – ok, too. Well, he texted the next day, and called a couple days later. I haven’t called back. I guess it’s not that I don’t care if he calls, I think I’d rather he didn’t.
But I got out there. I went on a date and I survived. And I’m in communication with a couple other men. Who knows. More dating stories to come. No guarantees on how interesting they are… I guess the point of this post is to say that I think I finally got over him it.