I wrote this post on my friend’s and my shared blog after my first day as a single lady.
I was worried. Scared. Lonely.
It’s been nearly a month.
Uh… it’s been awesome.
No joke. Yes, this is Emily typing. No, I’m not on something right now. I’m serious.
I am finally –– finally –– living the college life. I haven’t left campus to see a boyfriend, I haven’t been home since midterm break. I’m here. I’m going to live.
I flirt with whomever I want. Sometimes it’s reciprocated. Sometimes I get rejected. But I don’t even care. For the first time in five years, I don’t have a crush running my life.
“I’m all out of pick-up lines,” I said bluntly to a guy two weekends ago. So I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. Two other girls intercepted him.
But I didn’t even care.
I danced with my girlfriends, instead.
I’m happy. Buoyant, even.
I’m doing things for me instead of worrying about someone else.
It’s about damn time.