It Didn't Last Long- But Maybe It Never Does

It didn’t last long. Then again, it never really does, does it? Maybe six months at most, though I’m probably exaggerating. This is the second date of the year down the drain. But honestly, I’m not bummed about it—I’d already made the decision, before even receiving the message that I wasn’t interested, that I was done. But still, there’s that little ego sting.

This is the second time it’s happened. The first time, I told myself not to fall for someone who wasn’t as attractive as I was. I didn’t listen. And now, here we are again. I trusted that this time would be different—like I always do. I even went on a trip with him. The funny thing is, I came across this quote afterward: "Don’t go on trips with people you don’t love." Honestly, I wish I had read that before. But hey, the universe has a funny way of making you learn things the hard way sometimes.

I’m currently recovering from a cold I caught a few days ago, and during this time, I’ve had some clarity on my life. You know what? I actually kind of love getting sick. Sounds weird, but I always get these mini-revelations when I’m down for the count. Life isn’t that bad—cheer up! You don’t have to blow your nose every five seconds, and you can talk, eat, and swallow without your throat feeling like it’s on fire.

Last weekend, I got sick after sharing things with people I had just met. Not the best idea, but it makes for a great story, right?

Anyway, my point is: stop giving men the benefit of the doubt if you’re not attracted to them. Yes, it sucks that it’s all about physical attraction, but it’s not just about that—it’s a mix. And I knew deep down that the physical, emotional, and intellectual connection wasn’t there for me. It’s okay to walk away when it’s not right. I might’ve blamed it on being sick at first, but honestly, I knew it was done. The confirmation I got today just sealed the deal.

Second: being sick sucks, but always look for the revelation. I love that spiritual moment of clarity it brings. I washed my blankets today, and it felt like a fresh start.

Lastly, remember to still get out once in a while and feed that teenage girl inside of you—she loves those spontaneous nights. Trust me, I know.

-M