Off The Old Block

So tonight, things came to an end with the girl I’ve been seeing for a month or so. (ed. note: she’s totally hot, nice, and interesting, so I was batting 3 for 3).  It was just time to make a decision - does this go forward full-fledged, or is it expiry dating? To both of our credit - it was probably one of the most real, honest “break-ups” I’ve ever had. “Refreshing” to have an open conversation and allow ourselves to accept what we want is different, and doesn’t exist in this place and time - between us.

Interestingly, as I was picking out my shirt to wear tonight, I realized pretty soon it would be time to make a choice. What does the shirt have to do with it? I’d come to the last trendy casual shirt I could wear out without wearing the same trendy casual shirt twice. It was either time to move to dress clothes - or back to the worn cotton comfort of t-shirts. (Um, I think dress clothes are a committed lasting relationship, and the cotton comfort is single life. I’m not really sure. T-shirts are more fun for the long haul? Either way - the analogy holds.)

I’ve always believed people come into - and leave - our lives for some reason. Or at least, I like to believe that becuase it makes for more interesting stories. Maybe this one was just meant to reinforce the importance of honesty, communication, and trust - while holding on to my values and making it “ok” to know my priorities and stick to them? Regardless, it’s nice to have a story about a woman that doesn’t end with “so after she cheated on me” or “remember that girl? Yah, multiple personalities.”