In spite of all I’ve said about not being ready to let someone new into my life, the last few weeks have seen me accidentally dip my toes into the exhilarating and complicated world of Seeing Someone (Mmmm, trust this girl to say one thing and do another altogether? Ahem, moving swiftly on…).
This particular someone turned out to be none other than Plaster Man, who after months of being reliably helpful and nice eventually registered on my radar of Mister-Why-Nots (the guy is really patient, and bear with me, I have a thing going on with brackets tonight…).
So I opened the door to my life a tiny crack, which immediately sent me into fits of terror (pleasant. Not), but also gave me a chance to remember the delicious lightness which comes from being showered with affection, appreciated, and the centre of someone’s attention (and that was much more pleasant, thank you very much).
In the end, it turns out that Plaster Man is still too confused after the break-up of his own marriage, to give me the attention I need in any sort of consistent way (Read: Maybe, I’m just ultra-high maintenance), and so we kind of decided to go back to being friends. As you do…No, really, as you don’t normally, but somehow we managed that in a bout of uncharacteristic maturity which still has me astonished.
Anyway, this false-start has somehow broken my resolve to wait in chaste contemplation until I am over and done with my grief. Also, between you and me, we could be here a long time otherwise…
By reminding me of all that is great about the company of a good man, and distracting me from T, Plaster Man managed to plaster a smile on my face for a while, and made me realise that there is a world out there waiting to be discovered with someone else.
To Plaster Man who is a really nice man and whose special request is Adele – Someone like you. Thank you.
(I know I already posted it last Spring but I guess we can all do with a little extra dose of this guaranteed tear-jerker)