day #38 only 327 more to go...

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Chemistry. Not a subject I was all that interested in but managed to learn a few things and walk away with a respectable grade. Romantic chemistry often catches me by surprise and what's the most shocking is when I think it's there and it's not. What's up with that?

My friends tell me:

1) I'm not getting any younger.

2) The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

3) 'Yes' is my new word.

Girlfriends are wise, tolerant and at times know me better than I know myself so I mustered up the courage and took their advice. A few dinner dates turned into a sport date which turned into inviting him to a birthday dinner. He's funny, smart, quirky, a touch nerdy and loves the same sports that I do (bonus), not handsome but I'm not known to be shallow. We got on so that's chemistry right?

Even better, the girls gave him a thumbs up (or they were just happy to finally see me with someone). Our day had been full of laughter, surf, sun, adventure, the dinner was tasty and the two glasses of wine gave me just the right amount of liquid courage. A bit awkward but we managed to get to kissing. 

There was zero and I mean zero chemistry. I tried to stay focused, set the pace and hope for improvement but none. Instead of cutting my losses I found myself searching in the bathroom and telling myself 'this is not a good idea, just lie'. But I'd gotten this far maybe just maybe it would get better?

"Oh no you didn't! You know if the kissing is bad it's not going to get better." my friend's voice of wisdom said over the phone. 

"But, maybe, just maybe..." I pleaded. 

"You know you have to tell him it's never going to happen again. Tell him you have been involved with men on the other side of the world and it doesn't work for you," she coached me.

"Yeah, you're right that's not really a lie. He lives part time in the "S" country where my ex lives and talks about it causing a pain in my heart each time. What are the odds?" I sighed.

"There's more," I confessed. "I felt I should pick up the tab since I invited him to my friend's bday dinner. So not only was I left unfulfilled I'm out a fair chunk of change."

"You'll have chemistry again don't you worry," she assured me as only a good friend can.

As we chatted we couldn't help but ask what would Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha say? 

I'm here because of my addiction to predictions so what happened to me this week has made me wonder what if the Universe knows what the heck it's doing. Why not just pass this non-chemical encounter right on by me? I bet a psychic could answer that question. 

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Last night my needs were met by fried chicken but for a lower caloric fix, my friend's email read "Three words...Skinny Girl Margarita. It will grow on you and will cure pms, feeling sorry for yourself and also calms prediction urges."

Now that tastes like great chemistry.