Busy writer convinces bookish butch to try again

Last night,

I went out to dinner with,

my friend the busy writer,

tell you how much,

I like this lady,

I’m willing to give up,

Gray’s Anatomy,

every other week,

so we can some have some,

one on one time,

now that’s friendship:-)

She was worried about me,

she reads my blog,

and every once in a while,

I get an email,

“BB, you OK? I read your blog”

She’s sweet,

she worries about me,

way too much.

No need to worry,

I’m OK,

and although sometimes,

I rant and whine,

I’m processing.

It’s how I deal with things,

or figure out what I think,

about things,

I babble,

well,

I used to,

now,

I blog

which is occasionally,

synonymous,

blogging=babbling,

sometimes:-)

So, busy writer and I were talking,

and I say to her,

You know,

this woman I met recently,

she was perfect for me in every way,

except she wasn’t.

Busy writer says,

write about that.

So, although,

I said I wouldn’t write about,

my pathetic love life,

anymore, I think,

busy writer is right,

I should write about this.

Ever meet someone who is perfect for you,

in every way,

chemistry,

similar cultural background,

similar world views,

complementarity,

butch/femme

You go out,

have a great time,

and it doesn’t work out.

It’s not about fault,

or blame,

it’s obvious that the perfect person,

isn’t the right person at this time.

Maybe it’s about timing,

or,

expecting different things,

maybe it’s about fear or,

who knows what,

maybe,

you think she’s perfect for you,

and you for her,

but,

on second thought,

she doesn’t think so.

No more, no less.

I think busy writer is right,

my sampling isn’t large enough,

or perhaps even representative.

I need to keep trying.

Any volunteers? 🙂

You know dating,

and it’s ultimate reward,

love,

are hard and arduous roads,

and from what I hear not just for me.

So, I’ll keep trying,

busy writer convinced me my mojo,

wasn’t broken,

I just need to work it out more often.

End of babbling,

for today,

Later girls,

BB

Author: Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

2 thoughts on “Busy writer convinces bookish butch to try again”

  1. Aside from a few casual flings, I was single for six years between the ages of 23 and 29. The reasons for my extended period of singleness were very complex, so I don’t really have any advice, but I do know how rough it can be. I won’t pretend that I enjoyed being single because I didn’t.

    The only thing I would say is that sometimes relationship possibilities appear when you least expect them and it’s important to be open to them. When I met Andy, it was in just about the worst possible situation for starting a relationship – she was seeing someone else, I was about to start seeing someone, neither of us had any money, and we lived 3,000 miles apart! But 5 years later we’re still together.

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