Single is...interesting. More and More interesting as each day goes by. I took a chance this weekend, and had an unbelievable time. I made my way back to NH, back to Jill's, for the first time as a single girl. It was a small private gathering, just 4 of us, and the only person I knew and had met for real was Jill. The two gentlemen, although I'd chatted quite a bit with one of them, would be new.
Mind-blowing, there aren't any other words for it. Liberating, maybe. Exhausting, surreal...
Yes, I missed him...but reality was handy, and Jill a fountain of wit, and reassurance. I was treated like a treasure, my pleasure the day's top priority. I was catered to...coddled by both gentlemen who made sure I didn't have much time to dwell on the past. LOL. I also made two new friends, people who would love to hang with me and kick it. And MY GOD, are they fine. Malcolm, who happens to live in Portland even has a daughter my daughter's age...so the possibility even exists in the future for play dates and mini-golf.
I had to pass Mr's house on the way home, and with my luck, he was outside and saw me. I called him, so he'd know I wasn't stalking him or exhibiting evil intent. I still would like to be friends some day, and getting over the rage and bitterness will propel me towards that goal. Malcolm had some kind words for me last night. And Mr, he actually came to your defense. You know the real story about yesterday, because you asked for it. So my words are, poke, poke....
"What are you gonna do about it, BITCH!"
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