The Bitch is Back!

It seemed like I had a date with destiny when I asked "smoking hot guy" to watch my cats while I was out of town for a couple of days. It was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Even if it was just for a long weekend, I needed a new perspective to deal with this whole situation. After the "strip blackjack" night, we talked as usual but no dates. My patience was wearing thin and I needed some space to figure things out. "Bulletproof" by La Roux had become my new theme song and I was smoking cigarettes most nights. I needed to wash the boy out of my hair especially since there was a big possibility he would be moving. I was hoping for a nice "distraction" on my getaway but, no such luck. Little did I know what awaited me when I came back was much juicier!

The night I went to pick up my keys from "smoking hot guy" I put on a brave face because I didn't know what to expect. He gives me my keys and casually mentions he is getting laid off at the end of the month and plans to move to Israel! Since when is Israel on the top five vacation destination spots list? Naturally I'm in shock, I don't even have room to be a supportive friend at this point. So I ask what any girl would ask....how long do you plan on living in Israel? His answer: "I don't know....a couple of years?" I just clammed up and didn't really have a readable reaction after that. What can I say, he laid a bomb on me! It was an "all of a sudden" kind of bomb which caused me to feel hurt and totally shocked at the same time. He kept trying to read the expression on my face and kept asking me if I was okay? All I could say was "I'm okay" I got in my car and left. It was right then and there that I decided I had to let him go.

The sobbing and over analyzing that us women are SO good at, only lasted a week. There really is no point with this one. Strangely enough it was easy, kind of a relief from the holding pattern. I thought I would be hysterically crying and down in the dumps for awhile. But, instead I couldn't wait to get out there again and meet someone new. I was in full rebound mode and I've never felt so alive and full of hope. I was back in the game! I guess that is what 11 years of dating in Los Angeles does to you.