Going back in the pool.
I have gently alluded to what I’m about to write about in a few blogs.
It’s a tricky thing when you write a blog like this. On one hand I know by sharing there is a chance I may help someone or make someone laugh. On the other hand I am putting a piece of me and sometimes someone else out in the universe.
That is hard enough to do normally but when you are a person who like me is incredibly guarded… let’s just say every week when I submit these I’m surprised by what I share.
However, in this case I have a blessing and strong encouragement so away we go.
So I’m dating again.
Just one person. He was a surprise and the more I get to know him the more I want to know him. I have broken a lot of rules for him and let me just say he is the most patient human.
He also likes to get me to get outside of my comfort zone.
For example eating at a restaurant I normally wouldn’t choose like…
Are you laughing yet?
Maybe rolling your eyes.
Or perhaps raising your fist in solidarity?
Here’s the thing while in college, I had a handful of friends who made quite a living off of working at Hooters. But I just could never see myself eating there.
Until a few weeks ago.
Him: Wanna get dinner tonight?
Me: Yes please
Him: How do you feel about wings?
Me: Love ‘em
Him: See ya at Hooters at 630
Me: (in a squeak…) ok
Him: You will be fine, seriously the food is good.
I met him in the parking lot and he gave me his normal bear hug and kiss on my forehead. Held my hand and away we went.
As soon as the young ladies at the host stand said Welcome to Hooters… my face. So red.
Here’s the thing.
A couple actually… Hooters now (I’m going to go out on a limb) is decidedly different than the Hooters from my college days. Let’s start with the outfits, there were men working there, families (!) eating there and yes Mommas the wings were really good.
So much so, that when I left with my person I said I would come back, and I would.
But this isn’t really about Hooters.
It’s about stepping outside your comfort zone. It is easy to not try new things because you’re afraid or you believe it may be a certain way. Like for example- dating.
I am not going to tell you dating as a single parent is rough. You know.
I am not going to tell you dating as a woman of a certain age isn’t scary. You know that too.
I am not going to tell you that it’s a lot to put yourself out there after being made to feel like a failure by someone who didn’t deserve you. You know.
What I will tell you …
I am learning there is someone in my life who makes me feel more beautiful at 47 than I ever did at 25. Who asks about my day. Wants to know my G. Can tell when I’m sad. Surprises me. Supports my dreams. Sends me music.
Makes me teary as I write this- because for the first time in a long time I am not afraid to talk about a future. I can actually see it.
And yes, makes me want to break more rules.
I still have a life jacket near the edge of the proverbial pool,but I don’t know Mommas, kinda glad I got some wings at Hooters.