In the beginning...

It's been a long time since I've been single! I had a lot of fun in my younger years. I drank too much. Stayed out too late. All the good stuff. I was definitely more interested in partying than dating, although I did go out on my fair share of dates & some mini-relationships along the way. I had a few serious relationships as well.

I met my husband when I was 23. I was in a definite rebound situation. I was bored one night. He was there. That was that. There were never fireworks or anything, so don't ask me what I was thinking, because I can't figure that out myself. I found myself "stuck" & stupid. Many of my friends warned me (& then walked away, because they didn't want to see me self-destruct.)

Fast forward to now. 11.5 years later, I'm divorcing. We have all those pesky details to resolve and papers to sign. Chances of reconciliation are less than nil. Praise the heavens! I can think of a million better things to do than to remain in that situation. Over the last many months, I have sought counseling, been taking care of myself & packing away my baggage. I've also spent some time flirting with guys. ;) That's been a lot of fun. I missed it!

Through all of this, I have definitely figured out what I don't want, as well as my must haves. A pretty lengthy wish list accompanies those as well, but those are more negotiation points than sticking points.

Do you have any idea at how lacking the world is of really tall men? This is about the only thing that makes me curse my height. *sigh*

I'm also realizing that I honestly have never been in that big, romantic love. What's wrong with me? Lust. Yes! Love. Yeah, not so much...