Friday night I went out with Jazz and Cat and my other cousin, Daisy. It was Daisy’s husband’s birthday. We went to a wine bar and then out dancing. (I’ve graduated, y’all, from crying each time I go out!) A large group of their friends went out that night and, of course, there was a cutie there… Timberland. Tall, cute and smart. He made his interest known and didn’t leave my side once we made it to the club that night.
I danced the night away and he was incredibly polite and sweet. Offered me anything I needed and was respectful of my space. But there was no magnetic pull. Had I drank that night, I probably would’ve been more “open” but I just wasn’t feeling it. I’m not looking for a relationship but I certainly don’t want to waste my first kiss post-separation on someone my gauge reads “lukewarm” about. Handsome or not, chemistry is something you can’t force.
After dancing, we all went to Denny’s for breakfast and had a fabulous time talking and laughing. (He ate some of my pancakes, which strangely felt intimate.) Once we headed back to our cars, I bolted. I didn’t want him to ask me for my phone number. I just don’t need the distraction right now. I went home knowing that I had a great night and really enjoyed the attention from another man but that I’m not ready for anything more than that. Baby steps…
Divorce With Me 