Many well intentioned people in my life, some of whom have nobusinesswhatsoever giving me their advice in this area of my life, have suggested that I might need to get out more...or more aptly put, MOVE ON.
So I've tried.
Case #1: I tried the internet thing. And it didn't work. The end.
Case #2: I meet a guy running in my apartment complex when I am walking Sadie. We strike up a conversation about running and eventually get to talking about what we "do".
I tell him a bit about my job and I ask, "So, what do you do?"
"Oh I'm a sophmore at Limestone."
Oh my word. I have resorted to robbing the cradle.
Case #3: I meet a guy working out at the gym. He seems nice, and is possibly Matt Damon's twin brother. He likes to cook and plans on working as a nuclear engineer making $150 per diem by next year when he graduates from the Duke distance learning program. Not too bad.
"Dinner?" he asks.
Wisely, I took a raincheck.
He befriended me on Facebook this morning. Turns out Matt Damon II is engaged to be married. I guess he failed to mention that the amazing steak dinner and creme brulee he made was probably for his FIANCEE! Jerk.
1 hour ago
Meredith, meredith, meredith. What does it mean to move on anyway? I know what it's like to be hurt really bad and you can't just "move on". It takes a lot of prayer to FORGIVE someone though. I'm glad you've still got your sense of humor. And by the way, dogs are some of the best judges of characters (well, the smart dogs anyway. Some dogs will love anyone who gives them a hamburger). <3
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