Three weeks ago I posted about being torn on whether or not to keep exploring a relationship with the “nice guy”. At that time, I recognized that I don’t really trust my own instincts, and wasn’t sure if I was really feeling it or forcing it. Continue reading
The last guy I dated was going through a divorce. Everyone warned me he wasn’t ready for a relationship, including him. But, I didn’t listen. I hit restart on my life and everything was falling into place—why would falling in love be any different? Continue reading
I’m a glutton for punishment. Though my counselor prefers to call it perseverance and that I am full of “hope”. In fact, she says she’s in awe of my ability to Continue reading
In about 36 hours an article about me will be published in a local magazine. The article is about being single in Kansas City. I have no idea what the reporter will write, Continue reading
A month ago tomorrow I had an episode that sent me to the emergency room. As a person who has foolishly played the role of my own doctor for years, it was surreal to check myself into the ER with pain I wasn’t able to diagnose or control. Continue reading
I’m not always great at picking up on social cues. And, when it comes to a guy being interested in me, I am the absolute worst. As you’ll recall when I met Bling Butt I thought he was asking for my number so he could go on a tour at the brewery I work at… it took a few times of him explaining he wanted to hang out sometime with me, not at the brewery, for me to get that he was hitting on me. In short, when it comes to guys, I’m oblivious. Continue reading
A lot can change in 100 days. 100 days ago my friend Wayne was still alive. 100 days ago I was patiently waiting for the man I loved to work through his commitment issues so we could start our happily ever after. 100 days ago I was commuting an hour each way to a job that had long ago lost its luster, and took mine away with it. 100 days ago I was driving past all the suburban soccer moms in my neighborhood, dreaming of being like them someday. 100 days ago the pieces of me fit together differently. Continue reading
Regardless of hurt and heartache I’ve learned in the past two weeks that one thing will never change – at my core I’m still Awkward Jean. Case in point, this last weekend I attended a wedding of two close friends from work. Continue reading
The ghost of you haunts every inch of my house. There’s no escaping it. Every time I walk through the entryway it cuts right through me. I think about how you’d come over and we’d meet at the front door Continue reading
(If you haven’t read the previous entry Welcome Back to the Land of the Living then I recommend starting there as this entry is Part II of that story…)
Text Received: Hey.
(Looking across the bar, meeting eyes and smiling) Text Sent: Hi. Continue reading
The Misadventures of Awkward Jean 