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Divorced and independent and still looking for Mr. Right in the back of the fridge.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

At Least I Wasn't Dressed Yet

And so the cycle continues... disappointment follows hope. The hope was barely a glimmer and the disappointment barely a sigh, and in the grand scheme of my entire life, this moment will be forgotten.

But while I'm in it, it sucks.

It's such a small thing. Just a broken date. And probably just postponed. He even gave me a day's notice, as opposed to other maniacs who just left me all dressed up with no place to go.

Honestly, I've had worse disappointments; like when all of the clothes in my closet shrunk, and when I suffered a wax that no one saw but my gynecologist.

But why is it that when men disappoint, it just feels different?

It's not a broken heart, just a broken date. But nonetheless, another reinforcement of the cycle of hope and disappointment that taunts me, that threatens my equilibrium.

A few months ago, this setback would have sent me into a menage a trois with Ben and Jerry. Today I am thinking that I still might make it to the gym. 

Good for me.


  1. You write so beautifully Rosa. Tweet me on @midlifesinglem so we can get you in the loop.

  2. You do write beautifully. I'm glad I found you through Midlife Singlemum. I'm in Jerusalem. Also 50+ with three grown children living at home, originally from an Anglo land, here for well over half my life and I like to write. There, as far as I know, the similarities stop. But I don't know very much.

  3. Thank you Miriam. A compliment from a writer... that means a lot to me.
    I've been told that you don't have to be divorced to relate to what I write about...
    I am looking forward to following your blog.