Groomers

And so it begins.  I had my first post break-up kiss.  It was nice.  We were walking in a beautiful northwest Philly neighborhood.  It was dark and quiet, minus the cars passing by.  We looked into the window of a grooming business and a poodle was getting his hair chopped off.  The kisser (a stand-up comedian from Kensington) gave me a piggy back ride in the middle of a one-way street.

And when we got to his car, he asked me how I felt about our meeting.  I told him it was fun and gave him a full analysis.  He smiled.  Then he leaned in to kiss me and I hesitated.  He said "No?"  Silence for a second.  Then I said, "Just for fun?"  He said "Just for fun?  Sure!  I like that."  So then we kissed, for fun.

I've been so good since the break-up.  No rebounds, no irresponsible decisions.  It was nice having a cute no-strings-attached kiss under a yellow tinted city light.  It was nice being told that I'm beautiful and that my hair is gorgeous.

I decided to continue with the casual dating scene and continue to make well-calculated decisions like last night.. just for a little bit of fun.  I see myself working hard on my career for the next few years so I deserve some harmless kisses under the moon.

Today I am going to hang out with my bestie.  Might head to a flea market.  Might eat ice cream.  Might go on a long walk.  Life is good right now.  Now if only I could stop being so down on myself about _____.