I pick you up. Not physically. We laugh, well, we laugh out loud, like the kids say. I pick you up IN MY CAR; I say so as not to repeat the same joke.
Where we go? Wherever the hell we want! We watch a concert again. Or a ballet on ice. A movie, something fun. Like a superhero blockbuster or something romantic. Doesn’t matter anyway, right?
Or something completely different and new that we could never do before. How about… sky diving? Oh gosh, I’ve always wanted to do that. Maybe bungee jumping? But both of those have had their fair share of slip-ups, so it makes me a little nervous.
We talk about ourselves, each other, our lives. You cut me off each time and I get upset. Oh wait, you know I hate that and you’re doing it on purpose. I get it.
We go for a walk. Where? Who gives a shit?! It can be wherever we want it to be. Tonight (did I mention that it is night?) we are on the beach. There is a big ship, some foreign vessel, on the calm water. It is moving, but there is no wind spoiling the night. The city lights twinkle in the distance. It is a perfect night, in every way. If only it were real.
A friend suggested that I do this to get over an ex: he said, why don’t you do what you do best, Write! Write about dates that you would have had with said person. In that way I would discover things about myself and keep up the momentum of the process of moving on.
Has it worked? Who knows? As usual, I certainly don’t. I thought that this would rehash the bad times and leave me stuck in the past. However, it reminded me of the good that we had. Where it will go from here is anyones guess. I suggest that my fellow daters try it. A very interesting exercise that could work for you. It could also go spectacularly wrong. Either way it will go somewhere. Try it. Good luck my fellow bloggeroos.
<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>