It's hard telling if I am just comparing the spark I had with exmanfriend to the lack of an instant spark with him. Sometimes I don't like to give things a chance. Sometimes I get so caught up in "meant to be" and forget just living in the moment.
I'm good at that. Mostly because the last time I was in love I got burned. Alive. At the stake. With some added fuel. While the burner pointed and laughed.
TDH is moving alot closer in a couple of weeks. It doesn't seem to excite me, I'm just not that into him I guess?
Where this goes, only time will tell. In the meantime though...I vow to enjoy dating. To stop trying to make everything fit into a perfect little box. Let myself like someone. See where things go. Let loose. If he turns out to be an asshole, not like it's something new to me, right? If it turns into more, bonus! I'm not married. I'm not yet an old haggard cat lady. I'm in the best time of my life, and I just need to go with it.
I had a blast this weekend with two of my best girlfriends at the Yankee Peddlar. What started as a break for a bottle of wine, turned into me carting around a 6 pack of Leinenkugels Berry Weiss for us to enjoy while we shopped the old time craft bazaar. And then maybe...we got a second six pack. Pictured here, I'm totally innocent. (And wearing horizontal stripes to boot!!!!) Everyone was jealous of us! Nuff said!