Recently, I said that I had made a choice in the way I would approach my new single life:

I’m going to be a strong woman and I’m not going to let a man dictate my happiness.

So far, so good! I haven’t cried since the whole Adam situation, which I’m pretty sure I am over. If he wants space, I’ll give him space. I don’t NEED him in my life. I did just fine the other 24 years without him.

Ed. note: I did not get into a lot of what our problems were on this blog. I did not cry over his passive-aggressive text messages, which is what I mentioned in the previously linked entry. I cried over his yo-yo attitude and the fact that I needed his approval (for whatever reason), and was not getting it. Plus, sometimes he acted like a gigantic turd.

I got back on my anti-depressants, because they just make me feel, satisfied. You know? I don’t feel chemically neutered when I take them. I don’t have the urge to drown my sorrows with copious amounts of beer or a vat of ice cream or the occasional tequila shot or twelve. Things that normally would seem HUGE to me, don’t matter. They just, don’t.

And then I can really be me. Not my problems.

I don’t like being my problems.

But getting back to my philosophy, not letting a man dictate my happiness could most likely mean not dating anyone for a while, or at least not getting into a relationship with anyone. I’m definitely not going to jump into a relationship again so soon after the breakup. I’ve learned my lesson on that one.

HOWEVER. I did go on a date Saturday night. Please try to contain your excitement.

It was with an older guy, but not too old (thirty to be exact), and holy crap he is freaking gorgeous. Let’s call him BrownEyes for now, because he has these amazing light brown eyes.

-BACK STORY-

At an engagement party a couple years ago for my friend’s brother (let’s call him FB for short), BrownEyes asked FB, “Who is your sister’s friend? She is cute!”

FB said, “DON’T YOU EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT. You are not dating any of my sister’s friends. She has a boyfriend anyway. NO.”

Which made me laugh (BrownEyes told me this story over dinner). So I was right. I’d always felt a little flirtation from BrownEyes when we happened to talk to each other at social gatherings, so his story confirmed that. He would have pursued me if it hadn’t been for Murray.

Murray. That fucker.

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So anyhoodle. We saw each other out on Friday night, exchanged numbers, and then BAM. We were on a date the next night. He’s a phone call guy. Not a texter. I like that about him. We ended up staying at the restaurant for almost two hours, just talking, then went out to a bar for another two hours.

Six beers later (APIECE), we could hardly keep our clothes on when we got back to my house. Slutty, I know. You don’t have to tell me. What can I say, I like-a the sex-a. BrownEyes? He likes the dirty talk. I could never repeat some of the things he said. I mean, I guess they weren’t THAT bad. He didn’t say he wanted to, like, kill my Mom then castrate a kitten or anything like that.

It was really good. Not as good as Adam, but it was still really good. (Side note: Damn you, Adam, for ruining sex for me. Thanks. A. Lot.)

So he spent the night, and we woke up the next morning, watched Dude Where’s My Car (I know, classic cinema), and I took him back to his car. So a good time was had by all, which is what my intentions were. Because BrownEyes? He lives two and a half hours away from me. And he is going home either today or tomorrow. I am not sure if I will see him before he leaves. We kinda left things open like that due to the long-distance thing. I wanted someone to have some short-term fun with, and I did.

I am going to the beach later this week (WOOOFUCKINGOOOOOOT) for vacation, and he will be down there too, a little bit down the road from where Lisa and I are staying, so we may try to meet up. If not, I will continue with the rest of my life, and probably won’t see him for months.

AND THAT WILL BE OKAY.

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Also, got a completely random Facebook chat sesh with one of Murray’s friends. The sneaky bastard. He chatted me up for a bit, then I got this little nugget of a (joke — I HOPE) proposition:

Let’s get nekkid and start a revolution!

Well.

So yeah.

How does one reply to that?

He also messaged me again last night, telling me he was sick and to make him some dinner.

I forsee myself clicking the “Go Offline” option frequently in my future.