Of course I can also choose to sit on my ass for a few years and wait for the first divorces to be through, but that’s not ideal either. Then I’ll probably get someone thrown in my lap with a lot of emotional baggage from I’ve got you there. The new romance already has a backpack before it has really started.
Three years single
This is not to say that I have a clean record myself. I’ve been single for about three years now. The first year I didn’t have to think about any man, the second year I carefully ventured on some dates. I was soon done with that.
Men who want to tongue wrestle before you say hello, men who talk about nothing but themselves, are ridiculously rude to wait staff, wave so many flaps it seems to me that they came out of the ATM and men who after an hour talk and obviously don’t click asking when it’s time to undress each other. No thanks.
My own issues come on top of that. Since my last relationship, I find it extremely difficult to open up to myself. Because what if someone abuses that? Talk about emotional baggage.
For a long time I naively told myself that Prince Charming would accidentally bump into me one day when we were trying to grab the same piece of fruit in the vegetable department at the same time, but I’m slowly starting to suspect that I’ve been watching too many chick flicks.
No, my Prince Charming isn’t rummaging through tomatoes. Maybe I’m a little premature, but I think I’ve come across it. On Instagram of all places.
Smart, funny, not afraid to speak up and handsome too. Like me, he finds it quite exciting and that’s why we take it easy. We see each other when it suits us and there are no silly ‘what are we actually’ questions asked. I don’t think I’ve felt so comfortable with anyone before. I don’t care if it becomes a relationship or not. I’ve been happy for a long time to get confirmation that not all nice men are taken.