This story picks up from where I left off in my last post. If you want to start from the beginning, check out Back to the Real Me.
When I came back from San Diego, I don’t know what I expected, but I was not prepared for what I got. I was 33 years old, living with my mother in the middle of cornfields, with nothing to do but promote my online network marketing business that I no longer loved (and was no longer thriving).
So, I did what everyone in my situation would do. I went to the only place I knew that I could find people to hang out with – the local bar. Even in my little country town, there were plenty of those to choose from. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, if I got bored at my mom’s or just needed to get out and do something, that something ended up being me finding a barstool. This happened earlier and earlier in the day. Usually leading me to a bar I could eat lunch at. Then I’d hang out with my new “friends” all day (usually just the bartenders, the people paid to listen to me) until I started noticing people coming in for dinner. I’d usually be drunk by then, so sometimes I’d just go ahead and order dinner and keep going until they kicked me out or someone offered a couch for me to sleep on for a while.
This wouldn’t be quite as bad if it happened once or twice, but this had become my regular routine. I began to realize that I was totally alone in a crowd of people. I was sad, angry, confused, and drunk. It wasn’t a good combination. After a solid month or so of this I decided that I needed to find something else to do with my days. So I started applying for jobs. I applied to four and was offered all four of them. I decided to take two part time jobs, one in an office and one as a consultant. I mean, why not work two jobs? I had nothing going on except for morning workouts with my mom and all the older ladies at the Y. And of course bellying up to the bar, which I could do easily after work.
So that’s what I did. I worked out, worked, and drank. A lot. After a while I decided I needed to meet new people, so I did what anyone would in my situation… I signed up for a dating app. That couldn’t possibly be disastrous in these conditions, could it? Thankfully I went on a few uneventful dates and nothing crazy came of it.
I started hanging out with the guys at my new job, telling them all about my dates over long lunches. Then I realized I was lunching and talking with the same guy pretty regularly (ok, most days), and that I was no longer interested in going out with random people. The next thing I know, I’m Facebook-officially in a relationship, and the rest is history! Ok, there’s quite a bit more to the story. I’ll share more of my adventures with my new mystery man next time. ❤️