As a woman who knows what she wants and always goes for it, tonight was a bit frustrating. After two great dates with a guy I met during a speed dating event (yeah, details to come in a future post), I get a text saying he’s “done a lot of thinking” and I think we all know what that means. It’s fine. He was fun but I’m not really ready for Mr. Right yet. Although I was hoping that a good ol’ “Mr. Right Now” could keep me intrigued for more than two dates…
And so, the wall goes back up.
Last time I was single, I felt this emotional wall go up after a couple semi-long dating episodes that didn’t work out. I’ve exposed my heart several times and frankly, I’m no longer in the mood to be the sad “but let’s try to make it work” woman. I have lots of things going for me and one of those things is the fact that I can move on. Well, I usually can move on anyway. (There’s always one…)
Maybe it’s time for me to take up a new hobby; perhaps finally using that gym membership I keep making excuses for. I guess I never thought I would miss having someone to spend time with in the evening , especially the part about cleaning up after someone else and putting the remote control back in its proper place. Instead I live in a perfectly picked up apartment with folded clothes, vacuumed carpet and dishes that are put away. Is it too much to assume things should be the way I want them??
Maybe the dating scene has just changed that much in the past 1.5 years. I was asked the other day by a friend if it seemed more difficult to date. Now, I’ve only been single for about 2 months so I’m certainly not a good person to report on this, but at the time being I thought dating was easy. But maybe as a 28-year-old, dating isn’t just about first dates and hookups like it was when I was 26. Maybe it’s really about forever.
While I would love to experience “forever” with someone someday, it’s certainly not today. And until I’m ready to be hurt again and lay my emotions out there, it’s time to put up a wall — brick by brick — until that day comes. See ya later, love. For now, it’s all about me.


