I haven’t heard from Abs. I haven’t heard from B. I haven’t heard from anyone…except my mom.
My drought is on par with California’s. Only God can save us now.
Yesterday was national kissing day. It made me realize I haven’t kissed anyone in over 2 months. Naturally I downloaded Tinder again. I don’t know why. It’s not like it’ll last. But it’s something, I guess.
I told Boo I want to go on a hot date this week. She said, “who do you want to go on a hot date with” and I had no response because I don’t even know! I would love to meet up with B, but I’m caught between that want and the reality that he hasn’t called me. I could call him…but wouldn’t he call me if he really wanted to see me? Do I want to start off being the aggressor?
As much as a pain as I think dating is…I wouldn’t go back to being married. Married people sit all smug–I know, I was one of them–listening to my dating stories and say/think “man, I’m glad I’m not single. Dating seems horrible.” And maybe sometimes it is, but then there’s also the excitement of the unknown. Am I going to bed alone every night? Yep. Has it been way too long since I’ve been kissed or otherwise? Fuck yep. But at the end of the day, there’s that mystery, the anticipation…the thrill…of knowing that there’s something amazing out there waiting for me, and that’s better than being tied down to something that wasn’t what I ever wanted.
So here’s to hoping…
thecrazyoflove 