No, you pervs, I don’t mean that.
I just have to talk about this somewhere.
Without getting into all the horrible details, at the end of last year I was suddenly and horribly dumped by my then-fiance. My whole life pretty much went up in smoke. My mom came to my rescue and invited me home for a while, and I took her up on the offer, seeing as it was better than sitting alone in my dinky apartment 600 miles away from my closest family.
In the last few weeks I’ve finally started venturing out into the world and meeting people again – I mean for friendship, not just a man-hunt. Thursday night I was asked out for coffee by a nice guy I’d met a few times, and not being a complete idiot, I took him up on it. I think I’m well past rebound stage. I didn’t get that hit-by-lightning feeling I got when I met the ex, but I’m told that’s actually not the usual thing, so I shouldn’t worry. He’s a really nice guy and no matter what we’ll be friends. We’ll see what happens, though, I see potential here.
Yesterday I got a last-minute invite from him (along with a bunch of his friends) to go out and eat, since yesterday was his birthday. Why he hadn’t told me the day before I don’t know. I didn’t even have time to get him a card, so I’m going to have to get one and give it to him later this week. His friends are gamer geeks. Most of my friends have been gamer geeks, though I’m not really a gamer myself. These are MY kind of people.
It hit me on the way home. I’ve finally gotten off my ass and decided that I want to get out on my own more than I want to be a full-time student and stay at home until I’m 30. So I’m job hunting. I’m making friends. I’m even dating somebody. It’s taken ten months, but I seem to be on the upswing.
I’M FINALLY PICKING UP THE PIECES. AND IT FEELS DAMN GOOD.
