I had my first date this weekend. An old adage says... 'The best way to get over one person is to get under another' and I believe it. Last week I went through a major internal battle of going home after work on friday night, sitting there alone thinking and wishing of a different reality, or going home, putting myself together and stepping out. I decided on the latter. Whilst out I met a handsome gentleman that actually reminds me in someways of my ex: Nice stature, dimples, big hands and charming.... he is also from the same foreign country. It built my confidence up to be approached by someone my taste on my very first night out. I did also happen to run into some friends of my ex who apparently didn't know our status. I simply referred them to him when they asked the standard "How is such-n-such". Naturally it is not my nature to just let go an be a free spirit, but in this instance I have decided to let myself be more free. Meeting Mr Dimples (as we will call him) really helped. I didn't conceal what I was going through. I was honest with him to allow him the choice of whether or not he wanted to involve himself. Thankfully he appreciated my honesty and we had our first date a week later. :-)
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