Back Out There

When I was in the process of interviewing for my current job, I had a really hard time blogging. I worried that blogging about it would jinx it, and in general, I feel like blogging about work—even potential work—is unwise. But thinking about the job and its possibilities took up so much of my brainspace that I couldn't blog about anything else, either.

I'm in the same situation now. No, I'm not changing jobs, not even thinking about it. My job is exactly what I need right now. But my brain is occupied by something that I'm not comfortable blogging about yet, so I'm left with nothing at all to say.

See, I went on a date on Wednesday night. And it was a good date.

A really good date.

But the person with whom I was out, let's call him Mr. Brady, is aware of my blog, and has read at least some of it. I don't know if he's keeping tabs here, but just in case, I don't think it would be wise to opt for total snickollet candor. I didn't ask him if he's comfortable with being blog fodder. And I don't know if he needs to be in on the girly overanalysis of our night out.

So I'll just say that Mr. Brady was charming, witty, cute, and a total gentleman. I am pretty sure we're going to see each other again. I'll be disappointed if we don't, which makes this experience different from others I've had since John died. Yes, I had an unhealthy infatuation with Mr. Coffee, but in my heart I always knew that he was a Mr. Wow I'm a Lot of Fun for Right Now—Seriously, A LOT of Fun. Ultimately, though, any of the dates I've been on since John died have left me wondering if dating is worth the effort.

That's not how I felt when I got home on Wednesday night. I have no idea what will happen next, but I'm happy to be reminded that it's worth it. It's definitely worth it.