Exactly. My medium friend was the one who told me that dating post-D was all about paying attention to red flags and holding myself accountable for paying attention. I've decided it's exactly right. I think your advice to BA is spot on.
So now that I seem to be recovering from a crash course in migratory birds and a successful test by a client, I'm having a glass of wine and toggling between college volleyball and hockey. I'm brain dead, and hoping D19 will call me back since we haven't had a contiguous conversation in awhile. I have a friend with an 8 year old boy with Angelman's who has been texting me today. She's great, adorable, divorced, pretty, athletic, and dates a fireman. And she's trying to fix me up with one of his buddies. She's having a BBQ during the Broncos game on Sunday, and her house will be filled with... firemen.
I told her this morning I'd check my schedule and get back to her. I forgot. Mostly because I had forgotten my daytimer at work, and when I got to the office, my glasses fell out of my purse and I stepped on them. I can't read anything without them. So I had to go home and work here so I could use my spare pair. Then I had conversations with some great guys at the US Dept of Fish and Wildlife and then the USDA, and then I sat here and worried about my at risk client until I received word that all systems are go with them. And then Susan started sending me texts.
Twist my arm I guess. I have totally come to love my Sundays at home, so it takes work to get me to change up. I think I caved because the wine was working. I told her I'm on a dating sabbatical, but that I'd come. I'm not sure if she's going to care about my self-imposed sabbatical. He's apparently 51 or 52, divorced, fit, has a 12 year old boy and an affection for her son and developmentally disabled kids. I guess we'll have to see.
I think I'll just approach this like I would when I was younger: I'll play it cool, assume I'm not going to deviate from my formula and just concentrate on having a good time.
So what next? I honestly don't know. And I don't think it even matters.
Ok, time to see if my squatter has come home. I need to agitate the critter if he has....
TTFN,
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
