The Dating Game…Posted: April 21, 2012
As many of you know, in my post-divorce phase and haze, I moved to a city. When dating the man whom I dated on and off for a year, the location was convenient. Also, I did think it was good for me to have a change of scenery. If I had to leave my home, I may as well look forward, as opposed to mourning, right? Right. Or so I told myself.
Yet, at this time of year when I should have my knees to the ground and my hands in the soil, in my garden, it is not so easy.
But, as it is Springtime, and along with the rest of Nature, I naturally think of new beginnings, and carry on…
In some of my times-off from dating, I have gone to movies, lectures, and concerts by myself. I can be captivated by any of those things, and to be in an audience is to belong, even in this very small way. To be part of a group watching a movie, with mutual laughter or tears, is something, though mutual interests might be limited to attending that movie and wanting to go out on that particular night. Music, lectures, art– there, the common interests might run a little deeper.
But–and you knew there was going to be one–who wants to go out alone all of the time?
Yesterday evening I had walked to the market, in glorious late-afternoon sunshine. I breathed in the fresh Spring air and colours. The white apple and pear blossoms against dark buildings; tiny purple violets at sidewalk’s edge; and bursts of pink tulips, golden daffodils, and grape hyacinths made my heart sing. Or at least hum.
I talked with a friend, via telephone, and my children called (bless their dear thoughtful hearts). I don’t yet have friends in the place to which I’ve moved, but I do have some good neighbors.
I considered going to a movie but the only possibility was a long drive away and I had already missed the early show. Instead, I curled up with a good book. I drank a lot, of Water, which I crave. It always seems to refresh me, whether drinking it, viewing it, showering or walking in the rain.
I took a break from my book and stretched and worked out with weights for a bit. I ate a few pistachios from my market jaunt (if you must know, since I am giving you a play-by-play of my boring evening).
Even long past midnight, I was still wide awake. Sheesh, it was Friday night. Alone on Friday night. I was used to that in my marriage, but I don’t have to take that anymore. So I thought … maybe I should try online dating.
What do you think? Crazy and unsafe, or do you have a friend of a friend who met the love of his life on Plenty of Fish?
I am generally ultra safe. I try to tell myself to risk a little, so as not to miss a lot of life. Sometimes my self talks me into being more daring, sometimes my self implores me to be cautious…
Where is that fine line?
Have a happy weekend, all! Enjoy your springtime, your traveling, your birthday, your writing, your family… whatever you’ve got cooking in your life this weekend! ~ Lily