Of Plants and Personal Ads

Day 5

I asked him to stop calling. He did. I think I feel worse now.

I know that it's better and it will help me move on, blah blah blah, but when he was still calling and texting I could hold onto the delusional little hope that he could come around and realize how awesome I am. He would come back promising great and wonderful things, and making huge, romantic gestures like people do in the movies. There are just two problems with that: 1. We didn't break-up because of the unrecognized awesomeness of me, but rather his own set of oh-so-fun and frustrating issues, and 2. life is nothing like a romantic comedy.

In an attempt to make myself feel better, I've taken to building a collection of small, green house plants. It's a hobby full of nurturing and growing and pretty things, and in about two weeks I'll probably have ten wilted, browning things formerly known as plants strewn around my house. I've never been much of a green thumb, but I'm trying.

I've also started to periodically look at the online personals site. I don't have a profile up, but I've been checking out the slim selection of single guys that fall into my search category, preparing myself to re-enter the gauntlet of online dating. Of course, I'm not ready to jump in just yet, the corpse of my last relationship barely cold, so for now I lurk, reminding myself that I am not the only single person left on the planet, and that I could meet Mr. Wonderful at any moment.

In the meantime I'll keep repeating my mantra to myself: He's on his way and he's getting here as fast as he can.