In the past life, being the third wheel was uncomfortable. It felt better to be paired off or out with the girls.
In this new life, being the third wheel is quite simply the best. There is no pressure when you hang out with your married friends. My Phoenix framily is the very best.
The last two weeks have tested my spirits. It was inevitable really. The firsts after a loss are always hard. It does not matter whether it is the actual death of a person or the death of a relationship, the firsts are just harder.
Last night, I was gratefully reminded of just how much I enjoy third wheeling when dear friends who are framily came over for a cocktail before they attended a concert. While I intended to attend the concert weeks ago when he was not going to be in town, last night I needed to stay home as it was just time for a little pjs time. Perfection was when they joined me for a homemade mixology cocktail before they headed out.
This year has been an adventure and a half in dating…(not!)
It has been a year of sharing moments with dear friends and their spouses who welcomed me with open arms and invited me to countless moments that I will treasure forever.
There is a guy who has set the tone for what I consider to be acceptable when and if I am ready to try the relationship thing again. He set the bar very high, which is exactly where itshould be.
For now, I am perfectly happy with dance parties of one and third wheeling.