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   Friday, January 03, 2003

GRASPING AT STRAW MEN


Two nights in a row off (!) and it was time for a pub crawl with my friend Gord. After some time on the dance floor, I was surprised to see a tall, square-jawed guy with a military haircut lead Darcy onto the floor and begin making out with him. Part of me was relieved to see Darcy moving on after weeks of pining but I was also rattled by the sight.

It felt silly to be jealous, since I'm the one who let him go, but I'd already been feeling blue over the lack of anyone in the bar who might prove better. I briefly considered chatting up one guy who kept moving my way but I knew I wasn't interested and that I would just be wasting his time.

By that point, I felt awful -- not wanting Darcy but not wanting to be single -- until I realized that, as usual, I was being way too hard on myself. It's not that I don't know what I want, it's that I know exactly what I want. And it wasn't in that bar tonight.

Labels: oh l'amour