So.

Lord this blog is self-absorbed lately. I promise I will pry my head out of my ass at some point. Scout's honour.

So. So. It looks like I might have a date tomorrow.

I have not been on a date since I was eighteen.

And yes, I met Erik when I was twenty-two, but he (and the others between 18 and 22) were cases of people I already knew, friends, where relationships developed. But an actual date, an I-don't-really-know-you-yet-so-let's-get-together-and-suss-each-other-out date? It's been a hell of a long time.

I haven't got a clue what I'm doing.

Furthermore it appears as though there may be more on the horizon, thanks to a single parents site I signed up at mostly to locate a few playdates and single mom friends and found, much to my surprise, that you can only be a WOMAN looking for a MAN or a MAN looking for a WOMAN (yay heterosexism). So no friends, but a couple of single dads, who seem nice and write funny emails and I think it's more than likely they will ask me out on a date at some point and I have no reason to say no, except that it's been a hell of a long time (see above) and I haven't got a clue what I'm doing. Of course the longer I wait the longer it will have been so that's no solution.

The last time I was in the position of dating more than one person at a time, I was fifteen. I didn't do it well then either. Let's hope seventeen years have taught me something and the grey hairs came with wisdom, as advertised.

(No salacious details, Dear Readers; I hope you understand.)

Yeah.

Part of the reason of getting a divorce is surely to have the option of spending time with members of the preferred sex who do not make you furious and upset all the time, but now that the opportunity is actually here, I could not tell you whether I am more anxious or excited.

Posted by Andrea at September 13, 2007 9:54 AM under Decision 2007 , Me

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