Life, Liberty & Pursuit Of Your Boyfriend

It has been a month since my most recent relationship ended. It feels longer. Weird.

For the most part, I have been thoroughly enjoying the company of my close friends, with whom I had unintentionally distanced myself. Even before my break-up, I realized that I needed to reconnect with these very important people in my life. Family too. No excuses.

I have been valuing my newfound spare time to do whatever-the-fuck I want, even if it’s staring at the bug I cannot muster to kill that seems to be hibernating on the back of my bathroom door. Or if I feel like making potato pancakes from scratch or eating just cereal for dinner or having spoonfuls of cream cheese straight from the package as a snack (it’s fat-free, whatever). Or if I have no time to straighten up before leaving for work, I can hang bras, purses and towels over all the doorknobs and leave makeup all over the bathroom. I have a new sense of freedom — exhilarating freedom — but not just because I am “single” and no longer “cohabitant.”

There were many hobbies, cultural activities, weird dances while brushing my teeth, I had all but ignored during my last dating experience. I only have myself to blame too. (He’s not even worth the emotional energy wasted on THAT to me). I have taken the time to re-explore all those things that make me tick… that make me happy. And for that, I am thankful I have had this free time to essentially date myself. I want to know who I am or what makes me, well, me before I can rightfully be a partner again.

That being said, I declared I am ready to date because there are also many things I miss as being part of a couple — again, things that were missing from this last year’s roll in the hay.

Without further ado, I think I have a “date” with the Councilman next week. (And no, it’s not Zack Reed). I guess it’s a date — I mean, a man and a woman decided to meet up for dinner/drinks. Date, right?

Geesh… pressure!