I just got back from a conference in Boston. What an amazing city! Boston you stole my heart.
This week was the first time in a really long time that I was relatively anonymous. Other than my two coworkers who traveled with me, no one knew my story. No one felt sorry for me. It was pretty freeing.
I met this really cute guy there who flirted shamelessly with me. I flirted back a little, because why not? It was weird. Really, REALLY weird. But it was also good. I think more than anything it was a reminder men are going to be interested in me, and one of these days I'm going to be interested right back. I really think I had convinced myself that I would never feel attractive or attracted again. I was ready to order the Crazy Cat Lady starter pack.
(And now, because I'm still a good little Catholic School girl at heart I feel the need to make it very clear that nothing happened beyond flirting. I'm not ready for more than that just yet. But you know what, if I had wanted to make out under a full moon in Boston I totally could have. So there.)
Anyway. Thank you Boston. I think you helped me find my mojo.
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