Back on the market

Surfer boy is no more. Yes, I’m sad. I really liked that boy.

But there was so much that happened with him that at the end of the day, it had to be done. Plus, in true surfer fashion, he told me he’s moving to Santa Barbara for the winter to surf el nino. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, he said. Um…am I also not the opportunity that comes once in a lifetime? Does not every girl want to think that of herself?

Anyway. We said goodbye last week. We hugged and cried and it was raining. He said he’ll be back in a couple of months.

But it’s done. Bye.

Friend kind of made an appearance in surfer boy’s absence. Hung around for Xmas. We made a gingerbread house and watched some sunsets. He was around as recently as last week, but I don’t know how much he’ll be around.

At the prompting of a friend, I rejoined an online dating site. I’ve already gone on a date, because one of the guys on the site happened to also follow me on Instagram. We had a beer, a blast, and lots of laughs. But the chemistry…meh. Not my dream guy in that department.

So. I’m back on the market. is there a piece of me that wants surfer boy back? Yes. But that part does not rule my life. There is the biggest part that is just plain excited about what’s next.