dating

I used to love dating. Not the crap part where you really liked them and they broke your heart and you had to fly back home to see your mum because only she could feed you dinner and hold your hand and put you to bed and tell you everything was going to be alright and convince you that your heart would one day be whole again.

Not so much that part. More the possibility. The meeting someone beautiful and shiny and getting excited about What Could Be. I loved that.

I have a lovely Lovely One now and so my dating.crazy.boys.days are over. But I still get excited in the same way when I meet fabulous women.

Yesterday I hung out with a terrific lady I know. We’ve spent time together before but always with other people, with mutual friends. This was the first time just the two of us [I was nervous!] and it was so great, in much the same way. She is interesting and kind and funny and a Really Good Person. And I find myself excited about the possibility of our friendship.

[love that].

Tags: friends, friendship, happiness