I went on a date two weekends ago. It wasn't a successful date. It wasn't a fun date.
We met in Cottesloe and had a drink. He was a brawnosaurus - all muscle. He couldn't even walk properly because he'd worked out so hard on his legs that day, then gone for a 2 hour run. He just wasn't my cup of tea.
He could have been Prince Charming for all I cared. When you're getting over someone you have feelings for, it's hard to appreciate anyone else. And I am getting over someone.
We sat on a wall and ate icecream. I knew I was sad and it wasn't a good idea to have come on the date.
I looked over and saw that the guy had icecream up his nose. It was the final straw that broke my heart that little bit more.
I made some excuse that I had to leave and walked back to my car.
For me getting over someone means time, not replacements or distractions.