I’ve kissed three people during the pandemic. How many have you kissed?
Now before you judge me, just understand that I:
- am almost 35-years-old
- am living with my mom
- was dumped pre-Covid
- hold questionable career choices
It is not a time for me to also be single. And if you ask me, this whole quarantine, mask wearing, physical distancing thing has been blown way out of proportion. Some of my friends would rage is disagreement, but they are also not in the same predicament I’m in.
As a single almost 35-year-old woman, how can I stop my life? I just want to find my forever man and live happily ever after. At almost 35 years old, I will say this chicken is still pretty spruce mostly thanks to fitness, kale salads and 3L of water a day… I think I look the best I’ve ever looked in my entire life. So you understand when I say that finding a husband now is IMPERATIVE to my well-being.
If I wait, I may become a…..gasp…spinster, or the pigeon lady from Home Alone 2…eeeep!
The timing of the breakup was terrible. How can I rebound when we aren’t even allowed to be within 2 meters of people?! I had to do what I needed to do for my own sanity – date IRL.
One person I met was setup to be my rebound, but I wasn’t feeling it. Another gent had potential, but again, wasn’t feeling it. The third man however, the third feels good, so I think my germ spreading will cease.
The time for me to heal is now, and to heal from heartache during a pandemic has been something else. One day I hope to look back and see how it’s made me stronger and wiser. For now, I’m just trying to not lose my mind.
Peace and Love,