A Wish Wasted

I wish I could have done things differently. That is a waste of a wish. Nothing in all of life makes it repeat itself for edits. I want to be happily entangled with a man worthy of wanting. My friend half-scolded yesterday and told me to ready myself first. I must be ready to find that wanting in a man. I always thought that longing would come from the opposite sex but she was right it is lodged within me. I often attract the right man in the wrong set of circumstances. This is my plight. I wish I could have undone my misstep. Surely by now a woman of my age would learn from her delusions. Still, I carry on for yet another turn around the clock with no one by my side. Better still, I am content to be alone but not forever.

So here comes the fun. I plan to go speed dating next week on the very night I see my intended. This guy has had me circling at his feet begging for another chance with us. So I am going to introduce him to my gorgeous friend who he will fall madly for and that will be the end of my intentions as far as that goes. I know nothing about speed dating except what I saw briefly in a movie once. I will only give my number to the ones I am interested in and hope for a call. There is one other sly option I might try...inviting him to go out with my friends later that night. That might be a bad idea because my friends are fabulous and there will be the gorgeous one, unattached. That whole thing might back fire but I don't want to over analyse too much.