Drying thoughts

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On occasion my thoughts are lined up like this drying washing and I can look at them for a minute and then think of something else.  No-one said it would be easy, and although it's only just less than eleven weeks since that phone call, it is getting easier... and no I didn't know the number of weeks off by heart.  Moving forward is being helped by having other men to think about and in the next four days I have three first meetings.  Should be interesting.

I've learned a lot about myself and about our relationship since we split up; that it was more or less inevitable that I'd want to move back to the UK; and that our relationship was mostly based on the physical but without a big enough dash of the intellectual or emotional.

Things could possibly have been different if I'd been able to be more assertive in my response to our way of life, and if he'd been able to be more accommodating and sympathetic in his response to my uncertainties.  But even if that had been the case we would still have been fundamentally unsuited, and if the physical attraction had disappeared at any point there would have been very little left.

Hey ho you live and learn... well I hope you learn!

Edit: and I got the job I applied for :-)

This is a transferred entry from my other journal and so I've copied the comments too.

DHThomas

You do learn. Of course you do. I can see you have.

I liked both your puns, the one in the title and the one in the write up. :-)

Have fun on your three "first dates"!


Boudica

Well  done and have fun. I'm sure you will.