Without mentioning names, someone from my past called me today. No, it was not an ex of any type. Instead, it was someone who dropped out of contact for reasons connected to exes of one sort or another.
Chatting with this acquaintance reminded me of why I found chatting with this person to be awkward. This person is not that sensitive to social cues, and one has to perform abrupt conversational breaks to get words in edgewise. But I wonder why this person came out of the woodwork now. And I have my guesses that I won't publish here.
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I got to exchange messages with the 3 women I've dated recently. Let's call them #1, #2, and #3 for now. I've dated #1 several times, and she has commented on my lack of PDA. Thinking back, I don't remember seeing my dad hold my mom's hand, and I think that's where I get part of my awkward style with women. There is one potential show stopper - she doesn't drive, and would need to use mass transit to reach me. I've dated #2 twice, and it looks like we'll get together again next week. This is the woman who has met me while I'm presenting as female. She's a decent woman, and I haven't detected any show stoppers - save that she has had dental problems. Lastly, I dated #3 once, and she would normally have the most promise in a world where I were not transgender. She's pretty goal oriented in dating me (for lack of a better expression) and I think she might be OK when finding out about my nature.
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This week, I've been going to work in the evening, taking Friday off to take TCL to the hospital for a minor procedure. While at work, I had the chance to chat with one of my coworkers, and she mentioned the possibility of working from home with the folks from her primary job. Would I be interested? Probably. But it's all a matter of how much work I want to do. And therein lies the question - how much work do I really want to do?
While at the office, I decided to take a break and go outside to connect with my friends in Texas. I haven't been able to participate in the Zoom meetup for a while, and figured that things were slow enough to spend 15 minutes chatting with the group. And, of course, I was in rare form. Too bad that one woman I dated could never see this side of me bloom.
I figure that my current publishing schedule works for me right now. No longer do I need to rush to the computer to write my daily posts - I know that my most recent ex was a little peeved at me spending as much time as I did near a computer. And I'll bet that whoever is next in my life will want to be a little more touchy-feely than I was in my prior relationships. (This is one of woman #1's complaints she voiced to me this morning.) So, cutting back on blog posts may be an inexpensive part of the price I have to pay to have a better relationship than I had for the past few years.
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As much as I find people strange, I accept most people for what they are - flawed, and a little insane - just like me. I miss a few of the people who have passed through my life. But I don't miss the "Sturm und Drang" that I had to deal with to get to this point in life.
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