Life after the Possible-Mate-From-Chicago date is not that bad. He did email after he returned to the Windy City. It was a nice email; he talked about a friend’s upcoming wedding that he was going to attend. There was general conversation, but no mention of getting together. And yes, I had the thought that I should ask him. But I am a girl – and there is a part of me that wanted to be asked and desired. I wanted to be liked. And it feels strange because I thought we got along better than this. But this is not the first time my desi-dude-“dar” has been off.
Like everything else in life I guess, you need to move on. And I am trying. I am going to the Opera tomorrow, to see Rigeletto, by myself. Meera’s shower is coming up soon. It is going to be the bluest baby bash known to man, woman and child. I was again tinkering around on the matrimonial site. I did have that reoccurring and pesky thought, that Einstein was correct when he said the definition of insanity was to do the same thing over and over again and expect a different result. But I brushed that thought aside. And, and, and – I contacted the life coach Tate recommended, to get my derailed career back on track.
The real saving grace, is that I did not have to have that conversation with myself about leaving New York. By no means do I think the world ends at the Hudson River, but I do wonder; really wonder if I could live elsewhere. New York is a great city, but a tough one. And it's not for everyone, but once you get New York in you, it's not that easy to get it out.