If
you ask me why I decided to do something nutty like skydiving, I’ll tell you
this— I didn’t want to wait any longer for someone else to make me happy.
That’s what I did for the past two years dating my last boyfriend. I say did.
We’re no longer an item—haven’t been for more than two months now.
Realistically, I don’t think we ever were really an item to begin with—not
after I found him in a dark movie theater with his arms tightly wrapped around
a shapely woman with white-blonde hair, discussing their impending cruise to
Cabo San Lucas. (Sigh . . . I so want to go to Cabo.) I know it was rude of me
to sit behind them and listen to them talking, but what could I do? I was a
born chicken.
No,
I wasn’t born a fowl, let’s get this straight right now. Sheesh. . . I
eavesdropped just long enough to know Tina would be his “first mate” on the
trip when he kissed her—dramatically—as if to prove a point—I just didn’t know
to whom the message was being sent. I sent a text to Jared, my (The names and
places have been changed to protect the very guilty) ex-boyfriend, later and
asked him what his plans were for that upcoming weekend. I suggested the
whitewater rafting activity. His response? Well, he made a lame excuse, and I
sat home—alone—again.
Long
story short, it turned out Jared liked dating four women at the same time. I
discovered through a very reliable underground source, besides the blonde I saw
him with, he dated a beautiful redhead named Kate, a woman with raven black
hair named Katrina, and of course, me, (I’m a brunette) all at the same
time—this was why I jumped from an airplane.
Did that make sense?
In other words, I decided not to wait
for a date to have adventures. I want to make my own happiness before life
passes me by.
Let me try again.
If
I’m not happy with me then how can I be happy with anyone else?
My
bucket list was fairly simple to come up with—I thought of everything I always
wanted to do but didn’t want to do it alone, and of course, if I had enough
courage to do it. The list came along naturally.
In the #1 slot? Skydiving—check, and
double-check.
#2—whitewater rafting.
#3—rock
climbing—indoor and mountain.
#4—Learn
Spanish and go to Machu Picchu, Peru.
Yes,
this is only a partial list of the 21 events I have in mind before even
considering dating again, but it’s a truly great beginning, don’t you think?
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Always,
Hope
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by Hope Alexander
