Being a single mom wasn’t high on my list, but being without someone in my bed, … That lasted maybe three months—the not wanting someone in my bed.
So I opened myself to the dating world: hesitant, not really all in, but at least open to it.
You are also the wonderment and the firmament, the delight of her curiosity.
You are best when you breathe the air of eagles, when you find your own path and when you remain an unanswered question.
I quickly learned that there are a whole lot of unspoken rules to dating and sex these days. And as much as you’ll hear me say, “I’m too old for this shit,” I am gradually accepting that these so-called rules exist and those of us in the dating world are actually following them for some bizarre reason.
So we meet someone we like, we exchange numbers and the games begin!
I can’t tell you how often I’d say to my husband after they left, “Thank God I’m not out there anymore…” Except now I’m back out there.
I am fiercely independent, so being single again actually didn’t bother me so much.
Why we think it’s important: we don’t want to look desperate or appear that we’re actually into someone.
I mean, God forbid, let’s not reveal any feelings we may have.
Instead, we hold off and play it cool to make ourselves seem a little more mysterious and non-attached.
All those times she rested in your arms and breathed so softly that your heart almost broke—you thought she was yours, but she was a whisper on the evening wind, a wicked minstrel disguised as something tame.
You hold onto her with arms that thrill her and words that keep her drowning in your love, but she will always be the sonnet not quite finished—the wave not quite reaching the shore.
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Supposedly, texting twice in a row indicates you’re a little too into someone, and that is not good.