Dipped real low this weekend. Still recovering today. I don’t know why this stuff has hit me in such a way, but my self-esteem has really been bruised. This is not normal for me. Usually I’ll chalk blues like these up to PMS and then when Mother Nature works her wonders, I’m over it.
But this time it feels a little different. And even though my little monthly friend has come and gone, I’m still not over it.
And instead of taking good, good care of myself over the weekend, I chose to take it a few steps further by trying to soak my sorrows away. Sure, it was a blast hanging out on Saturday night with some old girlfriends I hadn’t seen in a while. But I did the whole overindulgence thing that I’m prone to do lately and paid for it Sunday morning.
And then what do I do Sunday afternoon and well into last night? You guessed it. And it was wonderful sitting outside at the patio bar with Lovely L. and making all sorts of new friends who I ended up partying with until all hours. But daay-yum. I am more than paying for it at work today!!
* gurgle *
Ethan sent me an e-mail on Friday asking how I was doing and if I was upset with him. I can’t figure out how he would know how hard this little hiccup in my dating career has knocked me. I don’t think I let it show I hope I didn’t let it show like that. But I must’ve done something that let him know I was hurt.
I replied telling him that I wasn’t upset at him per se, but that some things he said made me take a good, hard look at myself. And that some of the realizations were painful. But that I was okay, and that I was happy that we’d met.
He replied one more time telling me that I’m one of the nicest people he’s ever met and blah, blah, blah and to please keep in touch and that he’ll return the favor.
End.
At least there was closure.
Moving on.
Starting .now!
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