Trying out different ways people meet today is interesting and exciting, but also a lot of work.
Time consuming, emotionally consuming work, and that's when I realized, dating is work. You must exert effort to go on dates, and exert more to achieve good ones. And let’s not forget the follow up. I gotta be honest, after the last rejection, I was really over the whole scene. Before I could continue trying new things, I needed a recharge.
So in an effort to thwart off defeat, I went a different route. A made a girl friend date. Four of them, actually. Before I could throw my soul back into dating, it needed a recharge.
First up, my spiritual advisor, someone I am lucky enough to call a dear friend. After dinner and blessed hours with her, the next night was my trainer. Just as my soul needed a recharge, so did my body. She is also one of my dearest friends so spending a couple hours of working out and catching up with her was fantastic. My roll over to an ibuprofen bottle before exiting bed the next morning was well worth it. The following night was training and out with a new friend, which was refreshing. She is one of those people, you meet, speak a few sentences, totally connect and you just know...much like dating can, actually. And our evening out was very date-like, too. We both went to new places we'd never been, appreciated all the little things and talked excitedly for hours. The fourth was with a friend I never get to see enough of and had actually been looking forward to the most all week. I was so disappointed when my body was so tired that I ended up begging off last minute to stay home alone. Which is when I remembered I really don't like being alone.
After some contemplation, I decided to make the one call that would send my entire support system into a tailspin. To call to the one person who I could just be nothing and just "be". An hour later, I left my front door open, as he no longer has a key, and crawled in bed until my ex crawled in beside me.
While he was hugging me he said, "Isn't it just nice to be hugged?"
I laughed, "The body needs human touch. This is why I used to always hug you!"
He touched my face sweetly and said, "I know you did."
We talked long into the night until we fell asleep. Then we woke up in the middle of the night, and we began talking again. I have slimmed down and ripped up and he was very complimentary of my new banging body. It was nice to hear, and at 2:00 a.m. I showed him some pull up variations and ab work on my chin up bar. He then handed me a bag of Fritos he had picked up for me before coming over and I became like kid in a candy store. I love Fritos or any chip but he knows I won't buy for these things for myself.
We talked of all my recent rejections and laughed out loud again when he said he wants a submissive girl. After me, no doubt! Not a submissive bone in my body. He informed me he likes a quieter type and a southern accent (I don't have) and I laughed some more,"How did we ever stay together?"
"You're too independent! You never let anyone do anything for you?!"
I gestured sillily to the chips I was eating and said, "Yes I do! OK, I know. Someone will basically have to bulldoze there way in."
He asked what I had going on, maybe the next weekend? I sighed and smiled my mischievous grin and said, "I'm doing showcase in a month."
"That's great!" he exclaimed.
I smiled again, more sadly this time, "But I'm doing showcase in a month."
His face fell, "Oh. OK. So you're gone..."
"Yep," I interrupted.
"Just about," I said, "and if not it's something else."
He nodded, remembering now. This is my fourth showcase, which is an aerial exhibition of the circus school I train and now teach at. I'm frankly surprised one of the first three didn't break us up sooner. My body will be there every day possible and my mind will be on the others.
So before he even left, I pulled out my too-used credit card and signed up for a dinner date. You meet online and agree to meet at a specified group dinner date, something else I have never done.
I glanced over to my empty Frito bag after I selected "purchase.”
Like they say, it's OK to look back, just don't stare. Eyes forward to my upcoming dinner date!
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