I thought I"d share my recent experiences with unfortunate heart broken among us.
Back in 2002 I met a girl in college who was everything I thought I wanted in a woman. Although at the age of 21, she hardly qualified for the term. We became great friends and she and I began to date in the spring of 2003.
We never fought, she inspired me, she brought a lot of joy into my life. One thing she always warned me about was that she was afraid of forever. I ignored that, hoping that time would fix that.
It was a shock, but not much of a surprise when in the summer of 2006 she broke up with me the week after my birthday. She said she wanted to experience being single in her adult life, she wanted to be an actress, a writer, and be free to do things that she couldn"t do if we were together or married.
My heart was broken, I went on match.com and had a very expensive month where I went on about 30 dates in 30 days... some were stacked on the same evening. I felt that meeting dozens of new people would help me forget what I had just lost, and help me figure out what I wanted and needed from a partner.
I got out there, figured out what I needed and met women who were looking for the same thing I was. Now, I"m with a woman, we live together. She may not have the same kind soul of the woman who broke my heart all those years ago, be we make things work. We have plans for the future, we share in responsibilities, we are mature adults.
Six months ago, I got an email in an account that I rarely use anymore from my ex. She wanted to let me know that the time we spent together was very special to her and she wanted to thank me for it.
We"ve emailed a few times since then, and she"d like to get together to catch up. For men, that means seeing if the spark is still there, I assume that might be the same for women.
She"s trying to pursue her dreams still as an actress and as a writer, but that"s a rough industry. And the thought crossed my mind, what if things don"t work out with my current girlfriend, and what if I went back down that road?
It would be a mistake, a foolish romantic"s mistake. And so that is where it ends. Romance is for the young, reaching for things that may never be is for the young, and I am no longer so young and naive.
But not to be a total mood killer, I post a flying puppy.