Alert the media — Breaking News: you heard it here first! A very rare occurance is taking place August 26, 2016 (mark the date on your calendars).
This Friday at approximately 6:30 p.m. Pacific Time, I, Ms. SmartyG, am going on a date.
I will give you a moment to take it all in. Go ahead; process. ———————————————————————————————————————————–
Crazy right! What is even crazier is who I’m having the date with. I am having a date with a recently separated man; yes, you heard me right: “RECENTLY separated.” This is most definitely one of my biggest deal breakers, yet here I am with a scheduled cocktail date. Why, you might ask, have I loosened my rule book? Well, you see, my dating life has been one big disasterous heap of crap (I’d say shit, but I don’t want to swear). Therefore, something’s gotta change. I have to open myself up to more possibilities; I need to step out of my tightly wrapped box and give love a chance.
Have I finally lost it completely? Do I really want to have drinks with the remains of a recent wreckage? If only I knew. If only I could preview the damage that has been caused to this newly single man. Was it just a fender bender, or is he a complete write-off? I don’t mind gently used, but I’m not willing to take on a lemon. Some men need time to repair the damage, while others maybe perfectly road worthy if driven slow and with care.
Do you see my dilemma? Granted, it is just drinks, but my ultimate goal is to meet and keep a great guy. I don’t see much point in meeting up with men who are looking for a distraction only. I’m no distraction; I am the main event. You’re gonna want to bring a bucket of popcorn and large drink to my show. _______ side note: I just chugged a mocha, and it was good. What I do know, from experiencing a divorce myself, is that people are not looking for anything serious right after separation. Nor should they be. It’s perfectly acceptable to need time to heal, forgive, and move forward. Hence, my no dating recently separated men rule. Then again, what do I know.
I fully expect this date will turn out to be me listening to him talk about his ex. Which, in turn, will result in me drinking (possibly too much) while I scope the bar for an escape route. As you can see, I’m trying to be optimistic about the whole thing. That’s me: the optimist!
Well there you have it… the story of the week all wrapped up in this nicely condensed blog post. Stay tuned for updates as the story unfolds.