The Fish Still Exist

What's the best way to not think about a guy? Go out with another one.

So that's what I did tonight. I met a guy for coffee and for an hour and a half, we talked about all kinds of stuff. Most important, though, is what we didn't talk about and therefore, I didn't have to think about. Other guys, of course. So that was nice.

Unfortunately, that's likely all that will come of that little meeting. Sorry to those pulling for the firefighter from the grocery store but I just don't think that's going to happen. (Short story short: nice guy, good conversation, something missing.)

I'm glad to have had the distraction, though. When a girl's feeling any sort of pressure, she needn't do more than to remind herself that yes, there are in fact still fish in the sea. Sure, somedays it feels like all those fish are of the sucker variety while other days it feels like she lives miles from the nearest shore but nevertheless, the fish exist. And they are willing to have coffee with her. And she's not likely to die alone with only her dog to witness.

I also gotta say, this blog thing? It's a good little thing to have in your corner. All your thoughtful comments were a good thing to have while getting over this speed bump that is a necessary evil in dating life. Which, by the way, I am so unacustomed to. I am not a serial dater. To have met several new people in the last couple weeks is so very foreign to me. It's making my life seem all "social experiment" and not in an entirely good way. But that, I suppose, is another story.

So thanks for your insights. I appreciate it, I really do. I've especially been reminded that one, it's okay to have a hopeless romantic side, two, I am smarter now than I was in February, and three, I can always just not answer the phone. Dear internet, you teach me so much. You really, really do.

Also, I ran 6.5 miles today at a pace 30 seconds faster/mile than my normal "fast" so I'm feeling pretty flippin' good about that too. Just saying.