I’m a strong believer in it.
A couple of years ago I met and briefly dated an incredible man. Flyboy was a brilliant and very sexy F16 pilot for the United States Air Force. Dating military men isn’t typically my thing, but he and I had an amazing connection. We dated for a couple of months and it was fantastic.
Ex and I had dated on and off for a few years and had the most passionate relationship of my life. He came back into my life and professed his love for me.
Enter motherfucking complications.
I chose the complications. I had to. There was too much history to ignore and I knew if I didn’t I’d always have to live with that regret. And I had enough regrets in my life. So many, in fact, I named them after The Seven Dwarfs in Snow White.
Things didn’t work out between us. They never do. And I had to live with that stupid regret of walking away from a good thing. That regret is called Dopey.
Yeah, yeah… water under the bridge, right?
My recent dating escapade ended in similar terms. This time someone walked away from me. This does not bode well, but I’m attempting compassion as I’ve been in such a situation. This doesn’t make it any easier, in fact, it makes things more difficult because not only do I have to cope with this loss, but the past feelings have surfaced as well.
Needless to say, dating sucks. And just in time for the holidays–which is where I found my silver lining: one less present to buy. I’ll take the money and buy Dopey a silly holiday sweater. He deserves it.