Hey guys, long time no talk.
Seriously, like months.
A few of you have reached out to see what I’m up to and I love you guys for that ❤️
As I write this I’m in a car, riding shotgun next to M.
He’s got his hand on my leg as we make our way to Tampa.
He planned a weekend getaway including a hotel on the bay.
I think I just blushed.
Let’s go back.
I haven’t written anything in a few months. I was in a funk of horrible dates, weight gain and a crazy work schedule. I felt like my blog was only bringing me down, reminding me of Fuck Face and all the things I was trying to move on from.
So I took a break from blogging and from dating. I joined a kickball team, started playing volleyball three nights a week and made a lot of new friends.
After weeks of torment and horrible self talk (this little voice likes to remind me that nobody is thinking about me, nobody gives a shit about me), I finally became OK with being single and not dating.
As the kickball season ended, I went out to the bar with my team and my new friend Karen.
He walked up, very tall and handsome, looked right at me and said, “what shot are we taking?”
I was speechless. So bold of him, I glanced at Karen who gave me an encouraging nod and said “Fireball.”
He returned for fireball shots for my whole table and sat right next to me.
An hour later I was ready to leave and walked out with my friends. He left at the same time, too. We spent another hour chatting in the parking lot.
We had sushi the next night and have been attached at the hip ever since.
He’s very tall, athletic and 17 years older than I am.
I never really notice the age difference, my parents and friends are very supportive and for the first time in my life I feel like someone wants to and enjoys taking care of me.
It’s been two months. There’s no telling where this will go. But for now we really enjoy each others’ company and in the end, that’s what’s important.
I miss all of you, I can’t wait to catch up ❤️