So, I was in a relationship (when I say ‘relationship’ I mean of any kind; the man behind the counter at the corner store and I are in a relationship.. it’s only a Hi, how are you? and see ya later type thing but it is a relationship nonetheless), so this 'relationship’ which I thought was developing into a romantic one turned out to not be what I hoped for, or what I was putting in the effort to have it be.  Anyway, you know what? That’s ok!

Well, in focusing on what I thought was in front of me, I shied away from, or declined, the advances of gentlemen callers (there were a few).  Why?  I suppose as to not get my feelings confused.  Playing the field is something that I fear.  Fear of falling for more than one guy; fear of hurting someone; fear of having to keep secrets about whom else I’m dating; fear of being labelled easy or a slut.  Plus, I do like to see where things are headed when I feel something is right.  If it doesn’t work out, then I take a break and move on.  

Playing the field seems to work for others and they enjoy the meeting different people.  Not saying that I don’t enjoy meeting guys; I’m just unsure if I’m emotionally equipped for this ball game.   I could be missing out something though.  Putting all my eggs in one basket while suddenly the road has become a cobblestone street, it’s night time, dark, and I’m walking in stilettos, what do I do?

It’s time to put myself out there!  There plenty of men, and plenty of baskets *blush*

Don’t you think?