The choice to not be married came with the decision to be alone.
For a lot of people that thought is scary and daunting bur it comes with an extra layer of difficulty for me.
Now, don’t mistake me.
I’m not thinking about dating anyone. I could care less about some faceless guy.
But being who I am I have thought about the logistics of a situation that might come up down the road.
How does someone who can’t go to the store by herself go on a date?
It’s one thing if a guy likes blonds and you’re brunette, but what if he likes long walks on the beach and one whole side on of your face and body doesn’t work.
A friend of mines got flowers from her new boyfriend for Valentines Day, even something as simple as that is a major task.
I could do it.
But I guarantee that by the time I had the flowers in the vase the guy would think “never again”.
No, it’s not that I’m thinking about dating.
I think about it the way I think about every problem.
Objectively. For a solution.
This one just just may not solvable.