It was brought to my attention this weekend, upon a flirtation with a rather sexy man, that I am actually happy. While single. This is an alien concept for me!
For the past two years I’ve barely had 2 months, at most, between boyfriends, and I’ve normally spent that time depressed or just sad and pretending not to be.
After Tom, I made the decision to just write off all guys for a while, and this has finally succeeded in making me feel better! (Even if this flirtation may actually go somewhere ;) )
I’m broke, but I have a shiny new job, which I love, I’m on holidays (for 3 months!), I’m about to fly home for a week to see my IRL lovelies, it’s nearly Christmas and I’m enjoying a flirtation without jumping headfirst into the deep-end like I normally do.
I’m actually, legitimately, completely, happy, for once.
FUCK to the YES, it’s about time!