At Some Point...
During my Facebook scroll the other day, I noted that someone I dated briefly had gotten married. The pictures were lovely... the bride was beautiful... my former date (he wasn't an actual boyfriend) was handsome. It was nice. I was happy for him. Mostly. No, I was. Really. I swear. But I realized that barring one person, every single guy I dated during the period of my post-divorce existence called ' When Diane Actually Had a Social Life ' is now married. And that one? In a serious relationship. Even my ex-husband remarried. And redivorced. And HIS ex-wife remarried! And here I am. Lalalalalalalalalala... just sittin' here, lalalala-ing. To myself. By myself. My marriage ended nearly 15 years ago. Fifteen. And of those fifteen years, I probably dated for a solid two of them. Maybe two-and-a-half. And I don't even remember the last date. Really. I honestly don't remember it... not when or with whom I went out (that sounds pretentious, I know, but I...