Yeah yeah yeah. I know what you’re all saying, “That was kind of fast!” and maybe you’re right. It wasn’t like we were getting married, moving in or whatever. We had agreed on exclusivity or as I call it “dibs.” In short, we wouldn’t see other people in a dating/romantic capacity since we also believed in what others call emotional cheating. Cheating on someone doesn’t have to involve physical contact, it’s intent, it’s people who maintain an “open” profile to line up a Plan B, C and even D.
Then will come the lectures of, well, she was your rebound after the divorce. I don’t feel that way nor is it fair to Shea to label her so insultingly. There was a genuine spark and chemistry initially. It died quickly under very slight pressure, aka, I won’t be lectured. I’ve resurrected the good part of me when I was 19 and forced to dump Maureen by my parents. It’s best expressed through a song performed by Tom Jones & Jools Holland…
…we’re back to my one strike rule. Given online sites, a good credit score and I am a genuinely good person living in an ocean of pricks, I don’t have to settle. One parting shot I hit Shea with as I willingly took the bait, “I’m awesome and I can do better.” Thus, women with visible tats need not apply.
To me, life, dating, etc will continue to move at its own pace along with letting things happen, no forcing it…unless I need to extricate myself from a horrible situation.
Don’t worry nor cry for me. I will follow the advice of Yogi Berra…
Luck is the residue of good planning.