Keeping Myself Busy Is Part of the Process

I probably need to take some time for myself and contemplate what has happened in the past few months with a recent connection. The only way to move on from a breakup is to keep yourself busy, right, find a new fun and new connection, like any rebound?

During our first date, I couldn’t help feel weighty and even feeling like I wasn’t bringing my 100% of my authentic self. I was hiding a part of me that felt sad and grieving. I forced myself to open up, ask questions, laugh and stay engaged in the conversations about his favorite comedies and or story telling. Staying engaged was hard as his lifestyle, his humor, and his interests were SO NERDY. I have met my share of intelligent folks, though he is definitely up there, to the point I had moments where I had a hard time processing and or feeling like I wasn’t connecting with him. Much of the what he shared and or would articulate, it went over my mental receptors. Nothing he said would stick. I hope I looked engaged but I was struggling so much to listen and let his words sink.

If he never reached out again, I was content with just one date. Though, he reached out again.
“Hey pretty lady!”

God I’m a sucker for praise.

We ended up having our second date and it was so much better than our first. What he had to share was more engaging. I laughed, not so much at him or his story telling, if anything, I think I laughed more at myself throughout the night. He seemed to think that was cute, that I laughed at myself a lot. I also felt somewhat insecure that he was so much smarter than me and probably with more refined interests around TV and movies. We ate great food, had a nice glass of wine, and followed with a bar-cade.

It was so nice to laugh, and to laugh over the new experiences of a date, and a new face. In a split second of the quaint fun night, the thought, “I wish I was doing this with someone else” crossed my mind.