Today has an uncomfortable level of frustration about it. Wading through porridge. Becasue blog universe, we haven’t quite had the ‘official’ boy conversation yet. And yes there is much to tell; if I am honest it’s worthy of a three bottle lunch.
But today is the day I would have been counting down the sleeps to. Because the one that turned out to be not the one, flew out from London today. And I kind of hoped that when he did that, we would be just hours away from starting our adventure together. But he isn’t coming here, he is going back to his beloved Perth. I have known that was the right thing for him to do for quite some time. But I am still sad.
And since we decided that, well I have been trying to put myself back together and construct a new future without him. And I met someone as sometimes happens. One of those weird and wonderful connections that makes your heart beat a bit faster. However, it seems that the timing is just a bit off. I am not sure if it will ever be right, and how long do I wait?
Since this post is entitled hat-trick, yes there is a third. Just a drink with someone who might turn out to be something more. But a small work emergency means that is not to be either (at least tonight).
So I am heading home alone, confident in the knowledge that my love life is coming along in leaps and bounds (‘leaps’ and ‘bounds’ being, in this case, extremely small spatial measurements, such as the leap of a tiny crippled spider or the bound of a heavy oak coffee table).
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