I've had enough bad dates and enough bad experiences to be happy for the very human ability to forget. Yet somehow I grow. I'm able to retain the emotional intelligence from past experiences.
I know who not to date. I know now, it’s best to wait then get hung up on men that'll simply brush me aside.
As the field narrows. I find myself learning and avoiding the previous pot-holes off my life. I guess they call that experience. Yet with experience I find myself just waiting. I don't want to make the same mistakes of my past, so I'm quieter (well as quiet as I can be). It's strange I'm only 26 yet I feel like I don't have to jump from boy to boy to find my bliss. I can just wait. Mind you, I don't like waiting; waiting is one of my least favorite things to do. I’m the type that won’t waiting in a line, ever. I fret and sway from side to side, cursing under my breath thinking of the many things I could be doing. Yet I feel confident. That just like the Husbands in the bar. One day a boy will stick (pun truly intended).
I can't help thinking of James Carville the famed democratic strategist. He met his wife Mary Matalin when he was forty, and she's a hard core Republican. Truly it’s about making it work and being ready for a relationship, I can only imagine that part of their marriage is that of healthy respect and good debate.
So yes. I plan on remembering only the good dates and the good people in my life because there are far too many men and people that are truly worth forgetting.
The problem is, if I forget, I'll forget.
Posted by: Scott | February 22, 2006 at 02:46 AM