If I'm honest with myself, I'll admit that sometimes late at night when I'm awake and restless, I'll think of the men I've known romantically. Sometimes, through the sly modern method of friend-of-a-friend internet sleuthing, I'll pick up the trail from where we left off. Many of the men I've dated are now married or in long term relationships, often with women who they met immediately after me.
The wasted effort of emotional fragility and hypercritical outbursts on these men...did my past judgment make them better or are other women less punishing in their loving? I'm a diving board; on a hot summer's day, a man will eye me down the ways along the water's edge and run madly towards. Don't stay forever, jump, jump.
