Ok….so what if there isn’t a happy ending? <insert surprised emoji here>
So I was talking to a good friend of mine the other day. She’s single and dating as well. Someone I like to bounce ideas off of and of course she’s one of the first to get the scoop on any dates I’ve been on.
Anywho, after yet another disastrous meet and greet, I call her and I’m like what if there’s a happily never after?
Like is all this getting to know you stuff just a bunch of bullshit?
Are we just wading through a sea of unpotential life partners just for kicks and giggles?
Are we dating just to feel like we matter to someone other than ourselves??
Or are we just preparing ourselves for that elusive “one” who doesn’t exist???
Inquiring minds need to know…..
Being single these days is like being branded with a scarlett letter.
Everyone has an opinion about everything <rolls eyes>. I’m serious.
Before I go on a date, the convo, with friends, usually goes something like this:
Me: “sooo I have a date later, I’ll let you know where to start the first 48…”
Aaaannnd a myriad of questions usually follow:
Them: “Where are you going?” “Where did you meet him?” “How long have you guys been talking?” “What are you wearing?” “Are you excited?”
Am I excited?
Should I be?
I know, I know…..I should. But the truth is, I’m not.
I’m tired of answering the same questions. I’m tired of having to “sell” myself. I’m tired of having to dodge the assholes that just want to get in my pants. <I don’t sleep around remember> and I’m tired of playing the game.
I feel like I’m running on one of those hamster wheels in my stilettos….and I haaattteee running….
Have I felt butterflies?
After all this time, only one can make me stop in my tracks.
<and no ~ you don’t know who it is so please don’t assume>
Could it end up working? Possibly….but that’s a conversation for another day.
So yeah…that Cinderella ending is looking pretty grim at this point.
~ but all she asked for was a cute outfit and a night out on the town ~
Hmmm, maybe I’ve already met Prince Charming.
Maybe I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
Maybe, just maybe, this hamster wheel is slowing down.
And my stilettos will finally be where they belong…….on solid ground
Forever an optimist,
xo ~ D