So I went out on a date last night. And it's interesting that it throws me back to feeling like a teenager... walking along the beach at sunset, throwing rocks, talking about nothing in particular for as many hours as you can stand, and then being astonished by a good-night kiss.
There is the question of how soon is too soon-- well, I have to agree that it's too soon to find a new life partner, and it is probably too soon to fall in love. But going out on dates helps me to understand that this is my situation now. I'm not mooning or pining for a dead love. I'm on my own. And I know what kind of a person I am; I'm the kind of person who enjoys having intimate talks with delightful women, whether or not there's anything "more" to the relationship. Going out on a date helps remind me that, when I think of that emotional/intellectual experience that is so important to me, I can look forward in hope, and not back in anguish.
