It came to my attention this Sunday that I have caused a man of God to break commandments.
Another time, a man who had not touched alcohol in years drank an entire bottle of Captain Morgan’s after our breakup. And made surprise visits to my entire family (two separate trips, two separate states).
Clearly, I need a warning label.
In spite of this evidence that I am desirable to the point of questioning morals, ethics and pride, I sit here alone.
Of course, I don’t particularly feel ready for another relationship right now. But that’s not going to stop my little pout. Hmm…perhaps a break will cure me from the high of infatuation and lead me to more responsible loves in the future.
If that is the case, I certainly won’t miss the heartbreak and confusion the above incidents caused. However, I’m not going to stop reflecting on them with a shameful sense of pride. Because whatever *it* is, I had it. In spades, baby.
(In retrospect – neither of those men were my soon-to-be-ex. Although we had our ups and downs, he never showed such tangos with humanity for my affection. Perhaps I need to heal, flirt, and go out there and do it all again, just the same)