Since announcing my separation, I have intentionally not written much, if anything, about my romantic life. (Yes — shockingly — I have one! Well … I don’t know if “romantic” really defines my experiences over the past year and a half, but you get the idea). At first it was out of respect to my ex, but that has not been an issue for ages now given all the time that has passed. I think it’s more been a question of, do I really want to go there? And if so, how far to go?
The truth is, dating is a giant ball of ridiculous / hilarious / tragic / confusing / comical / traumatic /emotional nonsense that can be fabulous, or fabulously horrific. In other words, good times! Why not share some of the juicy details — when and as appropriate — for your reading pleasure?
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