Hard Work

I’m not very good at this dating hiatus thing. At all. The thing is, I have a weak spot for men. A good-looking guy smiles at me and I melt. But what he sees is a woman trying not to smile back. My face contorts in that trying-not-to-smile way and I end up looking like an idiot. And then I fret about looking like an idiot. And then I start berating myself for caring that I look like an idiot because the point of this whole blasted, protracted exercise is to get over myself and how I look. This is hard work!