I know, "no duh brain child ....that's what happens when you find out the guy you loved has two or three separate lives."
It took a couple of weeks for my noggin to catch up with the reality that I am single. period. This isn't the in-between time when we were working on putting things back together and neither my head nor my heart were unattached and truly single.
The reality sinking in wasn't a bad moment. It just was. I was in the car driving to meet Best Guy Friend for dinner and thinking about getting there early and slurping down one of my fav cocktails (French 75, drink it, love it, you won't regret it) and as I was visualising this tasty event I saw myself sitting in the bar. A nice bar. With nice people. Some of them men. SS.... "YOU ARE SINGLE".
It's been about 3.5 years since I've been in this rodeo. It wasn't a matter of wanting to flirt and talk to someone (would not be a good idea for him or me quite yet), but there was definitely that shift in my head. Good or bad, it's my new state of being.
Shit. I better start shaving my legs and stuff.