You remember when we used to be clueless about when people did or didn’t like us… and then there was the family and marriage and stuff so we didn’t have to think about that for 24 years pretty much (give or take a squabble or two), but then the marriage ended and so dating as a future probability became a thing on the agenda again?
The thing is, during that intervening period, one would have hoped to have become more in tune with who does or doesn’t like us and whether or not they were goodies or baddies.
I’m here to share that there is no such thing as the “having-a-clue fairy” and I’m here to declare that people do not come colour coded with black or white cowboy hats, gosh darn it.
Just in case you were wondering.
Don’t know about you, I’m not ready to date again just yet.
Don’t know about you part II, I’m not ready to not date again just yet.
You know when you walk through your own home, by yourself, and you burp or find crumbs in your hair or something equally alluring and you mentally say to yourself “hey, fine catch you’re turning out to be”?
Yeah, no, me neither.
There’s one lucky son of a gun out there somewhere who has all these joys to come.
Either way, don’t you love it when life gets complicated?