Well, here I am, in a place I never imagined I would be – a few
weeks shy of 35, and single. Really
single. The past eight years included a
seven-year relationship, and another year untangling and recovering from said
relationship. The process of ending the
relationship was painful but powerful.
Learning who you are – and who you aren’t – is something I have a new
respect for, and is something my 20-something self would have balked at. My 20-something self, however, did love
dating. So I will try to channel her as
I begin what feels like a scary, icky, and slightly annoying process all over
again.
Recently I was complaining to my good friend (who is about
to get married, EVERYONE is about to get married), and she encouraged me to
write about my dating experience this time around. One of the things about good friends is that
they often have good ideas to pull you out of your funk. By writing about my process, there can be no
such thing as a bad date, because even the bad dates will be good dates so long
as I learn something from them. So here
it goes, This Dater's Life.
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