Another week has passed and my life seems sillier, more complicated, less sensible and kinda fun. I'm okay with all of these things. It's all part of the reinvention of Jennifer that will carry me quite nicely into my next life.
So I don't know that I've expressed here on Mountain of Laundry that Martin and I agreed to date others way back in March. It was when I realized that he wasn't going to move out in April (or ever, for that matter), that I stated my desire to seek out the attentions of others to fill a massive void in my life.
And within just a few days my friend Katherine and I were out on the town and I was kissing boys. And that led to a date. And not much more from him. Then a bit later, I updated my MySpace page and that got me a whole lotta attention that I didn't know was out there (I swear, I had no idea it was a pick-up joint). The comments and conversations ranged from the sweet to the obscene and I thrived on the newfound attention. I made a coffee date with one gentleman after a few weeks of chat. Nice enough guy. Then a none-too-short meeting with a too-young-for-me guy. And now I'm enjoying the online conversations with yet another man. We met a couple weeks ago for lunch and had a lovely visit. And again on Friday we met for more lunch. He is charming and has a marital history similar to mine -- many years of marriage, adores his kids -- seems we have a lot to talk about. Of course, he doesn't actually live with his ex- and already has a bad post-separation relationship under his belt.
And that got me to realizing that a freshly separated or divorced person is somewhat undesirable to most experienced singles. We apparently bring extra-fresh super-stinky baggage with us, whether we think we do or not.
So what's a girl to do? Go have an intentionally crappy mini-relationship so that she can move on to enjoying dating? Oh, I know what a girl is to do. . .she's to get a job, move out, get a divorce, and then do that.