Oddly enough, I haven't written about the dates I have been on, nor' the men that had passed through my life these past few months of 'singledom'. I believe this is because this blog & its readers evoke a 'meet the parents' moment.
You don't bring every man home & in similar fashion, I decided to abstain from this subject until I met someone that I would (gulp) catch feelings for. The past few months have been a playground; I met new men but I rarely felt anything but genuine friendship. This is OBVIOUSLY because I was enjoying being by myself, waking up free from any emotional obligations & still dealing with my feelings for my X.
During this time, I've met...
- The Judo player, who introduced me to great red wine & taught me how to make 'real' Sicilian pasta sauce. I admired him because he had lived all over Africa & had the ability (that I lack) to drop everything on a whim & relocate to a new city (one that he's never visited) on the basis of hearsay. In similar manner, he recently moved to California. Why? Because he wanted to be near the sea.
- The Jamaican graphic artist. I'm not one to scream when I argue, but this one brought the unreasonable/bitchy side of me, to which I NEVER want to return to.
- The Cancer, as in his zodiac sign; sensitive, funny, my twin. We had many conversations that lasted hours on end. He is/was a great companion. Problem is/was his instability. it's weird, as both him & the Judo Player had deep mood swings, in which they'd cut themselves from the rest of the world for weeks, then come back literally...Manic; overjoyed with life, positive.
- The Diplomat. I met him through a friend & only in the Internet realm. For about a month & a half, we e-mailed 1-2 a day. He is one of those amazing people that you keep in contact forever & ever. He is currently residing in Cairo (he is graduating this month) & pursuing his master in London in the Fall. We will (hopefully) meet in Paris, this summer.
So. The reason why I'm bringing this up right now is because I am possibly...well...I think...I like someone & He's a very genuine, amazing person. I'm not sure where it will go, but I think if he still wants me (as I possibly messed it up with my stupidity) I think I am ready to start fresh & take baby steps towards something like...a relationship? Pheww. I've said it. This word has been a bit taboo for me lately, mainly because of fear but also because being single has allowed me to focus on me, me, me. So. This is a 'To be continued.'
Oh, & I've recently had a polite, respectful & simple (thank God) conversation with the X. I didn't feel sparks, regret, nostalgia...
We broke up November 7th, it took nearly 7 months but the worst has passed.