free?

i have moved out. I think it has probably been about a month now. The place I am living is not nearly finished, but it is a work in progress. Someday it will be done. Hopefully by the time school starts. I need a bedroom door. Maybe I will do that today.

I still have no friends to be wild with me. That is frustrating, but does not hold me back. I went to play poker by myself. It's not the first time, but it was the first time that men flocked around me and actually sat and waited their turn to talk to me! That was very odd. And damn it all to hades, the only one that I was attracted to is married. BLECH!

I also went dancing alone. I told Randy I was going to and where and for some odd reason he showed up. AWKWARD! But, the night was still great. I danced til I sweat and I danced with the cutest guys in the bar too! Lean wit it Rock wit it. Randy did not dance. He talked to girls all night. Whatevs. Later I found out the boys that I danced with, inappropriately I might add, were in their early twenties. I don't quite know how to feel about that. Hmmmm. Oh well.

Here is something I realized. I don't know the date that I moved out. Isn't it funny how we celebrate the wedding day every year and I have no clue what date my marriage technically ended. I guess it is like everything else in that relationship it just slipped on by and slipped away.

A few things I learned about myself in the last month:
1. I allow myself to get into terribly tempting situations.
2. I am a lot of a germ a phobe (I knew that before, but I didn't know the extent of it.)
3. I am really not attracted to my ex/husband, at all, not even a tiny bit and I really am one hundred percent sure that I do not want to be with him at all, not even a tiny bit! But oddly, I did feel a twinge of jealousy.
4. I am not afraid to sleep alone, I actually enjoy it, even in a basement by myself!
5. And apparently I am spunky.
6. oh and apparently red heads are desirable and it is because everyone's first girlfriend was a red head. So I keep hearing.
7. Mostly, I am braver than I think or could possibly conceive.