years and when it ended, I guess I was pretty upset. It’s been
over a year and I haven’t been in a hurry to get into another
one. Or go on dates. I haven’t met anyone since Shayla who
I’ve wanted to go on a date with.
I guess that right now I’m more worried about helping
other people find their matches, go on perfect dates, have their
happily ever afters, than I am about putting myself out there to
try to find my own. I just needed a break. Breaks help us
figure out who we really are. This job, if it’s done nothing else
for me, has really taught me a lot about relationships and
people in general. I’m no expert and I’ll certainly never be
someone who studies human relations scientifically, but I think
that I do know enough about myself to realize that I like being
single, and that’s healthy too. It’s good to know how to be on
your own.
“My brother likes to get settled into something and
then doesn’t want to change,” Steph says, and I go back to
listening instead of thinking about my own crap.
Listening is a good skill to have too. That’s one of my
faults. I’m always up in my own head, trying to sort things out.
I hate missing what’s going on because of it.
“He’s young, but he’s always hated that. Changing
anything. He likes routine. I guess I’m the exact opposite, even
if I am sciencey.”
“Why? I thought scientists loved change. Isn’t it all
about discovery? Looking for answers?”
“I suppose so. I guess sometimes we just don’t like
them.”
“I imagine that’s hard. English is—no. I guess that’s
not right.”