I have been single for a long time. Over a year. I hear you scoff. You’re thinking a year is not that long. Well, I disagree and this is all about me. I think maybe it’s time I inflict the whirlwind of disaster that is me on someone again. Have I lost my mind? Quite possibly. Let me explain my reasoning.
I met up with my second ex recently and we spent time chatting. Although I have no desire to be married to him, we still get on really well and I started thinking. We both want to travel but are limited by funds. So I thought – what if we got a place together – like flatmates? We could share the expenses and be able to save. There would be no hanky panky. Believe me. And I keep telling everyone I don’t want romance. Then I did something unusual. I thought some more about it.
I don’t think I’m ready to play Darby and Joan with no prospect of ever meeting someone. I think it would be a terrible idea. I would feel like I was maintaining my balance on a scree slope leading to my grave. Let’s be honest. If I never again feel a warm touch or fluttering in my belly, or the excitement of wanting to see someone, or the security of being loved, then I might as well run down that slope and dive headfirst into the waiting abyss. Does that mean I want to go back onto online dating sites? Or try the Tinder trainwreck? No. I just want to remain open to the possibility.