Having spent a good year getting reacquainted with myself and my charming set of idiosyncrasies, I recognized the occasion calling for me to stop avoiding male attention and to start practicing the art of social bullshitting again. If it comes let it come, if it stays let it stay, if it goes, well, let it go. If he responds intermittently to you, then yeah, you’re not the only girl in his contact list. Taken from the mouths of our wise elders, “Don’t make someone a priority who treats you like an option.” Seriously.
Be grateful for the opportunities provided, in whatever form they come.
A bad date helps us to enjoy a good one, a good relationship gets us ready for a great one, a painful or arduous experience tests our composure, flexibility and resilience.
I recently tried to schedule a ladies’ night with three single friends, and it quickly became one of those endless email threads that looped and circled for weeks. Play rehearsals, sailing clubs, volunteer work, art openings—these are the things that fill my single friends’ calendars.
Jen is headed to Vermont to study with a Buddhist master, but she’ll be back a week from Thursday…oh, but that’s the night Amy ushers at the local theater!
I decided to write the ending to a chapter of my life, the beginning of the end, as it were. That being said, be ready to see them; stay open and choose your concessions carefully.
I wanted to start the next (possibly painful) adventure in the little journey of my life I like to call “my current reality.” As much as I didn’t want to go there again (or, let’s be honest, to don something other than yoga pants), it was time. There is a difference between a compromise and settling, a one. This means that if your messaging pattern goes from phone blowing up to you staring at it, nonstop, checking to make sure it’s working, you are pretty much done there, sweetheart.
Being alone means there's no significant other to wake up next to, to call when we get good news, or to kiss goodnight after a long day.