So, I'm seeing someone again. I honestly wasn't expecting to meet such a great guy this soon. But I did. I thought it might take forever and all it took was a few easy dates. Which threw me, at first. Made me leery of the whole thing. Made me wonder if I was just rebounding, if I might hurt someone the way I was so recently hurt, if I was just kidding myself. But I wasn't, and I'm not, and I got over it. And I'm happy.
Maybe it will last 2 months, or 2 years, or 20. I don't know. But I like him, and he likes me. So, here we are. For now. And since now is all we can be anything close to sure of anyway, it is perfectly all right with me.