I “accidentally” stayed up all night last night texting an ex-boyfriend.
Ok, I’m not gonna lie, we were FLIRTING.
Well, maybe not HARD CORE because no genital photos were swapped but we definitely revisited our greatest hits.
That time I went on a naked retreat and returned home to him to much fanfare and (ahem) mattress dancing.
Yes, I went on a naked retreat (not knowing it was a NAKED retreat) and I survived.
It was amusing, to say the least, flirting with someone who knows me so well and can charm his way through my defenses.
Once upon a time, I was so IN LOVE with this man.
And boy was he a challenge to date.
- The other women.
- The family issues.
- The adventure seeker waiting to take off solo.
I navigated some pretty tricky territory with this man.
But then he reminded me why we split.
I had a young family and he was done raising his and didn’t want to be part of mine.
I got sad.
A little teary.
Then I remembered:
- I’m single
- I’m awesome
- I don’t want this man
- There are other fish in the sea
And just like that, the sadness passed.
I may seem to be moving directionless through my dating life, but in reality I am being very precise.
Not all who wander are lost.