“Of course I am,” I answered, annoyed. What kind of question is that, anyway?
But enough time and guys have gone by that I’m just now starting to realize the significance of his question. Am I capable of being alone?
I never never successfully spent any time alone since I began dating at the age of 15. I’ve always stuck to the saying “You can’t get over someone until you get under someone else” (except by “under” I mean under someone else’s spell). It was just too hard to be alone and not think about the person I had just broken up with. But this time will be different.
Like I said in my last post about taking a dating hiatus, I’m over dating. I know it’ll be just as hard as the other times — maybe harder — but I’m sticking to my guns. I deleted my online dating profiles and I’m not going to set them up again. I’m not going to bars and I’m not going on any blind dates. I’m emotionally exhausted and I look physically weary. I need some time to recuperate and recover before even considering talking to a guy.
I literally feel like I’ve been beat up for the past 9 1/2 months, and I’m done with it. Even boxers take breaks sometimes, don’t they?
Have you ever felt so saddened by the people you date that you just think being alone would be a better solution?