Adventure #2

Eight years is a long time to explore. Eight years is a long time to wait.

Eight years are over.

Year one begins.

This "new" year officially started about a month ago, when I quit talking. Not talking altogether, but talking to [him]. The ride from there has been bumpy, but friends, family, work, and exercise kept me sane. Kept being the operative word. My sanity is coming into question now as I begin to enter new relationships and I see all the junk that I still need to sort through from the last trip. Old shoes, old hats, old songs, old notes, and other memorabilia surface, but I am sorting through them and keeping the important items from which I can still learn and grow. I am throwing out the things that only weigh me down. At this point I was going to list disappointment and heartache, but I realized that I need those to remain human and to remain vulnerable. So what can I throw out?

I really jumped into the adventure though when I de-friended [him] on facebook this week (how pathetic is it that facebook plays such an important role in relationships?). So, now the adventures of new dating life has started.
Date 1: This actually occurred back in September, but was such a joke that I'm not sure I should count it. Israeli, hair straightener guy. Enough said.
Date 2: While I did go on a date with an old friend, he now has a different girlfriend, so should I count this? Farmer, corn-fed, mid-western. Ha. Not exactly my type.
Date 3: At this point I am beginning to question who I include in the category of "my type" and who I exclude. I think, maybe I am too hard on people. Maybe I need to be more open; let them reveal themselves to me. So another date...

I'm still unsure what I'm looking for. I'm still unsure if I will accept it when I see it. Do you think we ever have certainty?