I was once married to a man that I'm quite sure to this day would take a bullet for me. Sometimes things in your life break your relationships. For me, that was my lung transplant.
The good news is, it didn't break me, or him.
I once dated a man that said that he thought if we broke up I would shrug it off and play some video games. I loved him, he did not love me. Play video games I did, shrug it off I did not.
I've been on less than ten dates in the last sixteen months, most have been fodder for blog material, either intentionally or unintentionally.
So forward to last week. I think, maybe a boy likes me? Maybe I like a boy? We make a plan to hang out, maybe a date, a date-out, if you will. Boy and I both seem happy about it. The morning of, the boy wants to clarify what it is. I dunno, what is it? Boy says he's getting back with ex. Boy cancels hanging out. I say, thanks for telling me. Walk away.
What now? Ah yes, video games, with shrugging.
I wonder, when is the next time I will maybe like a boy?