It started with an email...

So first off... Sorry it has been a while since the last post! Had a few things going on lately... my b-day (good times), Bugs birthday (great times) and the party that went along with it, filing for the big "D" and I don't mean Dallas, dad lost his job (again), and lets not forget... everyday life!
So here is my new deal... as you know, I am terrified of getting hurt again. I have commitment and trust issues (go figure) that I am working through. And the less available a man is then the more attracted I am. I have all but sworn off sex, not that there is any possibility of that any time soon but I have no business with any of the outcomes that can go along with it... STDs, pregnancy, etc..
In a time where I have started to master the "no-attachment" thing and "its all for fun" thing. Oh, lets not forget the "there's no second date" thing! There is someone I can't stop thinking about. It wasn't supposed to be anything more than platonic and lets not even mention the baggage, on both sides but I can't get him out of my mind!

When the bar closes down...

The other night, after a fantastic mini reunion of high school girlfriends, it was finally time to home. That was when it hit me as I turned the corner in my 4" green heels... this is the worst part of being single. Some may say it is meeting people, waiting at a bar by yourself for a date, then there is always the dreaded sleeping alone on a cold night. But no, for me it is walking back to my car, alone, after a night out. There is no safety in numbers when you are by yourself. And what if something does happen? Will there be anyone around to see? It is not just the safety issue, there is no one in the car to bitch to, laugh with, or just talk to.
I got a bit down on my walk back to the car because of these thoughts. But when I sat down and started the car the song "I Will Survive" was playing. I laughed, even thought there was no one besides me, because you know what? I will!