Commited Relationship-Take 2
Not that I'm complaining. I had met some very nice men, dated a few more than once, and had some rather odd experiences, which you will have to wait for the book to find out about, as my kids read this. I also had been stood up several times, stuck with more than one dinner bill and cringed at the thought that my ex and Giselle would walk in to a restaurant and see me dining with a 65 year old man the size of a four year old.
It was the date I had with the Jewish insurance fraud investigator that made me think maybe it's time to take a break. See normally he travels a lot and hasn't been able to date a lot, but he was on leave right now after shooting his ex wife, but she shot first and really what was he supposed to do? Just sit there and take it? What self respecting man would do that. It's true I did agree to go to a special dessert place, after our dinner but come on, I cannot pass up a piece of pie topped with homemade gelato and a cappuccino, even if it is with Yosemite Sam.
Anyway, I'm sitting there eating my pie, feeling my feet swell and knowing that after this last slurp of milk foam, I never plan on seeing this man again and decided a few months off, and a new season of Top Chef were definitely in my future. Only problem was I had already committed to a date on the following night and I was not the type to cancel on short notice. I have to give myself props here, there was one time I was sitting at Bonefish, waiting for my online date to show up. I saw him before he saw me and I could have easily bailed due to the bad comb over and nicotine stained teeth (weird for a non smoker, right?) but I just can't do that to people. A plate of bang bang shrimp and two dirty Greygoose martinis helped numb the pain through that one.
The following night I got myself ready for my grand finale-for now anyway. We were meeting at a local restaurant and I had already decided one drink and home. I was so sure that was my plan, that I hadn't even programmed my dvr for the Housewives Reunion that night. Totally looking forward to a night of Vicky and Gina going at it.
I arrive at the restaurant and do a quick look over. I spotted him at a high top table in the bar, nursing a drink and doing business on his phone. He looked like his picture, which was good and refreshing.
I introduced myself and we did the usual arms length hug. I hoisted myself up on the seat, hoping my Spanx were behaving and keeping to themselves and settled in. We talked about how windy it had been. He ordered me a drink. Nice. Gentlemanly. Then he did something none of the others had done before. He put his phone away, looked me in the eyes and asked me how I had come to this place in life. I did something I had never done with the others...I told him.
And so begins the next phase of my life. Ex Wife New Life is moving from the ex wife phase to the new life phase and all that goes with it. New life does not just mean new man. It is a new way of loving, sharing a life and a home, opening myself up to new ideas. It is becoming part of a couple but this time around, taking responsibility for myself, working to find success in my chosen field, being an equal and not a dependent.
Being an ex wife was very unexpected. I went into it kicking and screaming. And drunk texting. Oh- and a little bit of stalking. To those going through it now I can tell you, you will survive. There are days you think you won't but then what do you know? Another day starts and you're still here!
Stick with me for part 2.
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