It has been ten days since we had “the conversation.”
My husband is more enthusiastic for me to find a lover than I am, which is sweet and endearing in a strange way.
He suggested Tinder. I tried it. Tinder sucks. Too much of a meat market for me. I want more substance to my sex shopping.
Someone else suggested OkCupid. I’ll try that next.
There is a tiny spark igniting inside of me.
New energy is emerging.
My body feels a tiny teeny bit more alive.
I am paying more attention to how I look.
What I wear.
I bought new underwear.
I got a mani-pedi.
I even got waxed today for the first time in five years.
Damn, that shit hurt.