The girls at work are busybodies. Dad says it gets on his nerves. I find it interesting in a way. They all don't have lives, work a lot, and stay in each other's business.
"Have you thought about dating again?" Veronica asked me after I had settled in my office today. We were continuing a conversation that started when I arrived.
"Not really," I said, not thinking much about it.
"I have a girlfriend I might want to hook you up with," she then said smiling.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed. "Let's not go there. I think I am going to be single for quite a long time!"
"Just let me know," Veronica said poking her head back in my office door with a smile.
I sat and smiled as I thought about how that would really get the gossip galley to murmuring. The girls would eat that up. They all think it is so strange that I am 36 and not married. Most of them don't remember Rachel or the hell I put her through.
Still, it is tempting. I would just blabber on about my past substance abuse and my mental illness and ruin it all, though. I think a prospective date should know and that usually nips them in the bud in the beginning. Rosa had her own row to hoe that I never talked about on this blog. That is why she was so forgiving of me.