I talked to a new guy this weekend.
Saw his profile on the dating site when I was scrolling through a while ago, and he said he wasn't much of a typer and gave me his phone number.
I told him I'm really shy of calling people I don't know but this weekend I figured I should try to push myself through that fear and so I dialed and called.
He has an unusual job that has him travelling pretty much all the time all over the country, so my mind already wants me to know it's not a person I could have a relationship with plus I... well, one million other things, really, but we had a nice talk for a couple of hours and he said he'd give me a call so...
Shrug. I'm just going to try to breathe and let whatever's meant to be be... or not be.. or... whatever, I don't know.
I still have my profile hidden on the site and am not really sure I want to date or "move on" from Jason or anything really. Sometimes I even think I'd be happy if Jay came into town so I could have a long cuddle nap, but I think that's my brain remembering things that aren't real or true anymore.
But, yeah, I spoke on the phone to a guy I don't know. Shrug. Good for me being brave?