On Friday night, I went out with a guy I used to date for a “reconnection date” night out. That’s what we were calling it. Just a night where two people who used to date each other briefly were reuniting to catch up and have fun and maybe do some light flirting. Light flirting, our agreed-upon version of actual flirting, which is like, the Diet Coke of the flirtation world.
It turned out to be a really, really great night.
This is something I’ve been thinking about on and off for the last couple of days. Normally, I would never advise anyone to go out again with someone they formerly dated because there’s usually a good reason why it didn’t work out. No need to awkwardly rehash that shit all over again. And I was nervous about this night for a whole week. “What are you doing?” my brain kept asking me, “No, but seriously - what are you doing?”
I didn’t have a clear answer. I’m sure it would be easy to point fingers somewhere that maybe I was bored or I wanted some extra attention, but in the end it all boiled down to curiosity. Maybe we had both changed since we last saw each other. And as it turned out, we had. The maturity levels of the two of us now versus a few years ago had evolved so much. A few years ago, he was a nervous, fidgety mess and I was a Sweet Dee guzzling too much wine in order to talk to a guy mess. On Friday, you didn’t see that in either of us. Oh sure, there was some booze involved throughout the night but the conversation and confidence flowed like water between us and it felt like we had both become grown-ups now.
Beyond the curiosity though, I will admit that I wanted to see how he looked now versus a few years ago. I know how I look and if I can take a moment to brag here, I know that I bring it when it comes to dressing well in any and every occasion. The moment I got into his car and turned to look at him, my jaw practically hit the floor. This was like in Sex and the City when Carrie and Aiden break up and the next season she sees Aiden 2.0 when he’s leaner, has a better haircut and has ditched his granola look. He looked damn fine. It blew me the hell away.
We went to a show, danced and did some light flirting. All of it was fun and felt so natural and nice and easy. The Diet Coke of flirting, again. The Diet Coke of flirting that almost turned into serious makeout sessions more than I’d like to admit.
But not quite a damnit if you think about it because I won’t deny that I was definitely feeling something towards him I didn’t think would be possible to feel again.
(Obvs this post needs to be continued to some extent…)
- a super sexy maxi dress with a slit up the side
- a structured handbag, in a bright red or crimson shade
- boots, boots, boots, boots, boots
- buncha lacy lingerie
- anything that sparkles
- anything with vibrant jewel tones
- strappy heels
- all the scarves
- a piece of jewelry TBD