I’m gonna whine for a minute. I have tried several times over the past
years to get out and start dating again.
I hate, hate, hate the whole ‘dating’ idea/scene. I have talked to men (friends) that have
told me how bad they hate it too.
Especially at our age… And here I
sit…. I have been on several dates this past month and none of them were more
than once. Here is the totally crazy
thing… I didn’t care for any of them. I
mean… more than like. Although I did try
to sugar coat the whole thing and make it better but even that didn’t
work. So, why am I acting all pitiful
about not being asked out again? I mean
didn’t I just say, I did not want another date with any of these guys yet when
it is threir decision it seems harder. I
mean rejection sucks and I have had my fill.
It doesn’t help that in the middle of the rejection of one of these
dates, I hear/feel those words/feelings from “him” many moons ago. And it still hurts. It still makes me angry. I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE. But I am.
So, let the anger go……………….
Why does it feel so lonely these days? I can be totally fine one minute and then
bam! It hits me like a ton of bricks…. You’re
alone. I think
I have talked to enough woman to say that sometimes it truly isn’t about long
term, but rather to have a somebody to go places with.
So, I keep trudging, praying, believing and painfully living
(at times) alone. I broke it off with a
long term relation-ship that shouldn’t have been anyway but that hasn’t changed
me still wanting more.
Done whining.
On another note we lost a gem today, Maya Angelou died at the age of 86. What a pioneer. What a terrific woman of God!