So on Tuesday, it will be one year to the day since I split with Bex. That was a sad occasion and I was pretty down when it all happened in the first place, though I've come to terms with it and have been living the single life properly for a good six months now, having spent the first 3-6 months getting over 4 1/2 years of relationship. I may have different views of myself now, compared to back then, but it's in the past and I won't sort anything out by beating myself up over things I could, should and possibly would have done years ago. What's happened has already happened and I won't make the same mistakes twice, let's leave it at that.
Cricket training recommenced on Sunday last week (I can now walk, just barely), after 2.5 hours of practice representing the first in nearly six months, we all felt in pretty good nick. During the discussions there (I'm now the club secretary and Sunday XI captain), I ascertained that a friend of one of my teammates is single and looking for love.
Having grabbed a picture of me in a less than savoury pose (completely drenched in sweat, puffing and panting, having just been in for a bat), I was given the official diagnosis that she thinks I'm cute. This is novel and while my ego always needs a boost, I still found it weird. Not to worry, I've seen a picture of her and so an evening of drinks, curry and chat has been planned. I'm heading out in about half an hour and nervous may well be a good description of me, right now, but we'll see how things go.
My plan is to expect nothing and that way, anything positive I get is a bonus.
Wish me luck.
Luis
curry makes you poop alot. take some toilet paper
Coop
All good on the bowel front, so far. Thanks for the concern :)