Birds are chirping in the trees across the parking lot. It’s 5:19am on day number 13 of my summer break. Yes, I should still be snoring, but I’m done sleeping for now. Besides, I’m presenting at a workshop later on today. Let’s just say, I can feel your eyes of judgement on me right now. I feel uncomfortable. Knock it off! No really; Stop. Ha! Anyway, I have this thought that has been rolling around in my brain, and I think it’s time for it to live outside of my head.
Hi. I’m a 35 year old, single guy with no children. I once was married, but that became one of life’s greatest lessons, for me. [I promise this is not my bio from a single’s add.] I’ve been described as being caring, kind, a great friend, a jack ass, a jerk and a host of other descriptive words. I know what you’re thinking: How can this guy be a jerk? He’s damn-near perfect. I get it. I thought the same thing, too. Not!
The scroll of women I’ve dated has been rather limited-not because I haven’t been in demand, but instead because I’ve been rather selective. Earlier on, I only would entertain women who were, what I deemed as marriage material (whatever the heck that means). What did I know about marriage material at 15? Puh-lease. That is quite laughable.
Come to think of it, maybe I’ve made my past relationship decisions based on a 15 year-old’s mentality. Wow. Did I realize that just now? Yep, I sure did. That’s crazy.
But now things are different.
It’s 5:58 and I’m done for now. Let’s pick this up again another time.
**to be continued**