Last night, I flitted like a social butterfly around The Bar. A fake smile on my face; allowing a faux excitement to dance in my eyes.
I’ve met many men over the last two months. Probably, more than the entire five years that I’ve been single. Yesterday, they all seemed to descend on my local; one more disappointing than the other. This one is too young. (Most of them are too young); that one is too good looking to be trusted. He’s shallow. I have nothing in common with that one. This one’s not interested in me in that way. That one is unavailable even if he was; he doesn’t have Zing…!*
None of them have Zing…!
None of them even come close to comparing to Him. I came to that conclusion while driving home. I knew that I’m nowhere near ready to move on or forward or over.
But I know that I have to because that’s what you are supposed to do. I know that I have to because Jack Penate says that I should. (And because his voice is captivating and because melody is the language of the soul I should listen to him.)
I listen and hope that one day, soon, I’ll manage to ‘pull my heart away’.
(*Zing…! Not my own word; rather that of my new friend and awesome-st wing woman ever, A)




It can take a long time before you even feel a smidgen of a Zing! with a guy but don’t give up. Once you feel it with another guy, somehow the load lightens and you realize you are capable of moving on to someone more fabulous than the last. :)
The zing will come, ii think zing is often sexuall attraction and you need to be ready for that and open to that to feel it. When you are so still connected to the last someone you wont feel it in someone new!
P.s. i often read about someone driving home after going to a bar, does this mean you dont drink? (i find alcohol does help with sexual attraction after all!)
Kx
If you keep comparing new guys to him then no one will measure up. I kept doing that too, I am doing that now, I did that so much that the first official date I went on after the break up I ended up in tears.
Its only time, maybe some other dates, or some kind of engaging activity, that will help with the moving on. Or at least get you started.
there may not have been any zing at the bar, but there’s plenty in these last few posts. and that is no small thing. love that you’re blogging again.
I’m trying to find the zing as well… I call it the sprark though lol
It is weird when it all jumps out at you at once. Sometimes that’s why such odd things happen– like every potential guy being at the bar on the very same night– to remind you, at once, that they aren’t quite it.
PS. Hi. It’s been a while!