Something New and Horrifying
As I’ve said before, there’s a lot that has happened to me during my divorce that I wasn’t expecting. The latest happened to me in the grocery store a few days ago. I got in line to buy my stuff. When I got up to the cashier, I became acutely aware that she was very pretty. I don’t mean I noticed. I mean sweaty palms, dry mouth, butterflies, afraid of saying something stupid kind of noticed. It was like I was fourteen years old and afraid of girls, especially the pretty ones. I have to say, I’m completely baffled by this one.
I was just buying some groceries, apples and bread and such. It doesn’t make any sense. It’s not like I wanted to ask her out. I’m nowhere near there. The idea of a date right now is a lot closer to repugnant than it is to pleasant. I have no idea where it came from. I’ve always been quiet, but never shy. And I’ve never found it difficult talking to people, even the pretty ones. I just hope it was an isolated incident. Adolescence sucks. If I’m going to regress, that’s the last place I want to end up.