Well, it's starting. People told me it would happen and I disagreed.
More than one man has requested my company on a date.
I hate it. I hate me for questioning motives. I hate that I have lost the protective cocoon of marriage. It allowed me to be friendly and silly. It allowed me to dance when the spirit moved me -- as it often does.
I know I'm not married but I don't feel single. I feel like a bratty 5-year old saying, "I don't want to date and you can't make me!"
I don't date. Don't ask me.
But put on the right song and I'll dance like a fool.
