Last year as I healed, I sought to learn guys. Most of it was not pretty. I was blessed with a guy out the gate that taught me that I deserved everything I wanted and more.
Then I squirreled. Again, not pretty, not my proudest moments, but I learned from the experiences. Also, I knew last year that I could not be that girl for anyone, so quite honestly I sought low hanging fruit. It was fun, but not sustainable.
The last in that journey ended in epic form. I saw a guy for awhile, but our schedules were polar opposites and he had on his list some of my no gos. I broke things off once 3 weeks before I ultimately broke them off for good.
I went back to someone I saw before, then saw him again and realized that you can’t make something out of nothing. I invited him out as I prefer to stay friends, it’s my schtick. The night was awful as I did not even get to let him know while we were sitting next to each other what I wanted to say.
Ultimately, the evening ended with the epitome of bad form when I shared with him that I got a new car. His response left so much to be desired. After schooling me on getting a new car, he proceeded to ask why I would get a stick shift as stick shifts are not driving.
Me: ummm, yah they are driving at it’s core.
Him: it’s not like you are a race car driver.
Me: actually, I could have been in the last life.
It ended with me having to call him to let him know that it was done. And, yes, my new mantra: #mustdrivestick.
In this new life of mine, I own my transgressions while embracing the learning. I learned last year that driving a stick is an important skill.