***This month’s way overdue blog post is brought to you by my current obsession with Florence and The Machine**
Road to Road
Bed to Bed
Lover to Lover
Black to Red”
So yeah…did I mention I’m single now? Of course I did.
It’s been almost a year! I’m happy to report that I am slowly getting the hang of it.
It’s been weird.
Good weird, bad weird - all the weirds. It’s definitely weirder than the last time I became ‘suddenly’ single because on that occasion I saw the end of that partnership coming (like a locomotive through my bedroom window) for several years…so by the time I heard the whistle blow, I was all like – “I’m finally single and independent! Yay!”
This time, it just sort of …happened. The experience has been disorientating, to say the least. The whole ‘free woman’ idea took a fair bit of time to crystalise.
Picture it..around three months into singledom, I was at a bottle-shop (I know, right - of ALL places!) and the bottle-shop guy was giving me an elaborate spiel about the wines that were on special and we were talking and bantering for several minutes and it slowly dawned on me that this guy (whom already had my attention with his sales pitch) was really going that extra mile to show me his wares - which gave me time to drink him in, and suddenly I was all too aware that he had this whole…bicep thing going on (that males tend to have) and he was being really, really, attentive.