Somewhere between two and four dates.
One ex-boyfriend’s marriage announcement.
Another ex-boyfriend’s admission of settling instincts.
The first ex-boyfriend called me a “catch” and followed it with a comment on how sad it is that I’m destined to be without a particular partner.
One date cancelled. One date pretty successful.
That German post doc sure is cute.
Where are these other feelings coming from? Out of the blue.
Much accomplished, otherwise,
But what a hell of a weekend.