So confession time. I know I’ve painted the picture of being pretty together but...
Right now I am fighting the urge to go out and pick up. I live in an area where there are a lot of night clubs and bars. It probably wouldn’t be so hard. I admit I’ve been out with work colleagues and had a few drinks. One by one each pealed off to head home to a partner or catch up with friends. None know I’ve come out of a 15 year relationship and going home…well...means going home alone.
Lately I’ve become infatuated with the guy who owns the coffee shop I go to every morning. Actually this is now the third “coffee guy” I’ve found myself a bit infatuated by (which is funny because H didn’t drink coffee). On various days this guy has complimented me on the dress I was wearing, my nail polish, my yoga tights…all brightly coloured at the time (which amuses me as I don’t usually wear bright colours…but have done so a bit post-BD in an effort to break the mould). Last weekend when it was raining he said there’s only one place to be on days like this…and I finished by saying at home in bed. Sheesh.
Tonight I find myself wishing that I would go out and find him there…
H 37 Me 36 Together 15 years Married 5 years No kids BD Apr 2014 H moved out 2 Jun 2014