Dating

Dating.
Let me tell you how terrible this sounds to me.
Lucky for you I have no filter and am a pathological over-sharer.
I have been thinking about this a lot lately.
Why? Because I was someone's better half (I really am that great) for over a decade.
And being so suddenly uncoupled is ... lonesome.
I enjoy being married.
And now I am not and I think it blows.
So the only logical thing to do sometime in the future is date.
The last time I "dated," the Thong Song was still popular.
Do you remember that song?
It was on a long time ago.
I am not saying I liked that song.
Because I absolutely did not.
And I absolutely did not stand on a counter top at a dance club in leather pants shimmying to that song.
Anyway, I digress.
I hear dating is all online now.
How can that be?
I am not sure I like the idea of jumping on a website and choosing someone based on a vague set of criteria.
And on the flip side, those same people could be scanning my profile thinking, "What a weirdo. Why does her hair look like a troll doll? Next ..."
And then a judgment has been passed and no one has even talked/seen the other person.
Isn't that bizarre? Maybe I am just too old-fashioned to wield that kind of technology.
And then there's the matter of whether or not I am ready.
And I am not really sure when I will be ready.
Am I ready now? How does one know?
My situation isn't going to reverse itself.
Although when I say it that way it sounds callus and unfeeling.
When really that is the exact opposite of the truth.
But I have accepted that my life is different.
And I cry about it. But it doesn't change.
And I feel sorry for myself, but things still don't change.
I have concluded that I am going to have to do the changing.
So here I am.
I am older now and know what kind of person I want/don't want to be with.
I don't want to play all those silly games you play when you are young and dumb.
The "field" looks totally different.
That and I have children. Granted they are the most amazing children but they are part of this picture too.
So what is my point?
My point is that I am having an affair with my popcorn popper and dating sounds scary.
But I am willing to try it. My sister thinks it will be exciting.
I think I am a nut job and will need to find someone who is reeeeeeeeeallly laid back.
I cannot believe I am thinking about thinking about dating.

^^ A picture of the new someone in my life. My trusty popper died.
A lot of things I love do that. We spend time together every day.
And he likes old maids (the unpopped kernels, silly). ^^