Quote about dating a married man
I’ve been intentionally keeping my head too busy to think with my heart. I need to date more to understand what I do and don’t like. I won’t be able to appreciate you until life has kicked my ass. It’s entirely possible that we did hit it off once, and I left without getting your information; or maybe I did get your number and never called because of any one of the above reasons. Just keep making your life exciting and full, so when we do finally come together, we can bring each other joy, because we are already happy. I could have written the same thing ten years ago, if only I were more self-aware.
I’m pretty sure even if we did meet, you wouldn’t like me all that much right now. So don’t spend any more time thinking about where I am or am not.
I don’t know how to create the feeling of home that lives in my heart. Or even myself — I’m still figuring out who that is.
A retiarius (plural retiarii; literally, "net-man" or "net-fighter" in Latin) was a Roman gladiator who fought with equipment styled on that of a fisherman: a weighted net (rete, hence the name), a three-pointed trident (fuscina or tridens), and a dagger (pugio).
Fights between differently armed gladiators became popular in the Imperial period; the secutores with their scaly armour evolved from them.
However, because of the stark differences in arms and armour between the two types, the pairing pushed such practices to new extremes.
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When I was 31, I hadn’t thrown out the list, my life wasn’t together, I was dating the wrong person, I needed to date more to understand what I like, I wasn’t able to appreciate the right woman until life kicked my ass, and I was too focused on what I was getting instead of what I was giving.
But I got the feeling that you were beginning to think I didn’t exist. And I wanted to let you know that while I might be as elusive as a unicorn grazing in a field of four-leaf clovers, I’m close. Have a great weekend and come back on Monday for a juicy reader question from a woman who is ready to toss in the towel on men.