Last night, I started to think about my dating experiences from the time I moved here until now. Back in the summer and fall, my experiences ran from fair to poor, and some were so bad they caused me to run away from dating sites and reconsider whether or not I ever wanted to get involved with anyone ever again.
I think I was still in recovery mode from what I call my La Brea tar pit of relationships, the one person who would just not let go, and made me afraid to get involved with anyone. There was a point of time where I did not want to be touched by anyone in a romantic and/or sexual way, and didn't know whether or not I would ever feel open to that again.
Now that I am looking back, I realized that the first relationship I became involved with in January actually opened me up, not only to touch, but to the possibility that I could, at some point, stay with someone and not feel stuck or trapped. I could be there and still be myself. I realize I was in that relationship for a reason, and I am so appreciative that he came along when he did (again, feeling that gratitude!)
This week was quiet (okay with the exception of Mr. Sleaze), but ended with a few men from the past checking back in, which was a pleasant surprise. There is a lesson that each is bringing with them. I am curious to learn what that might be, and like the rest, I probably won't learn until after the fact. But I am happy for the lesson.
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