Un-date.

The other day, David asked me out. I can only imagine how much courage he must have summoned to type those two smses.

He left the ball in my court by surmising that he was free almost every day, so it was up to me to fix a date, which I did.

I left him to decide the time. He never got back to me, so I guess it's off. I can't help feeling the tiniest twinge of disappointment. Thanks yeah.

Anyhow, I just realised that it's been almost a year since I left him. I have relished the last year being single so, so much more than the year before being attached. I feel stronger. I think I am. I am proud of myself. I think I have every reason to be.