I'm still a bit baffled about my weekend. I can't quite bring myself to share. It's not that you won't support me or provide me with suggestions and advice...it's more I'm afraid that the harsh reality of putting it down in some sort of medium will make me realize I'm blowing everything out of proportion.
I shared with a gay coworker today. He wasn't much help. I think it's because he doesn't know my past hurts.
The thinking and rationalizing and fretting I've done has made me come to a certain realization:
I think I might be ready to date again.
Frightening, isn't it?