So I shivering ever so slightly in the lounge of Doha Hamad International Airport....
Shaking my fists at the sky for
1. Not grabbing that shawl I considered putting into my carry on as I was leaving the house.
2. Not wearing pants.
Not that I'm not wearing any pants. I'm just wearing a skirt. A leather studded skirt to be precise.
Not one of my finer moments in judgement.
After, a close to 5 hr conversation on the plane with a rather suave architect named Charlie, who had the most amazing stories. ...
I have come to the conclusion to the question he had asked. ..
"Do you feel any pressure (sic - to get married?"
I don't really. Not the way most people do.
Don't get me wrong, when I sit with my friends who have the cutest kids.. With husbands who are awesome. .. I do get a tinge of envy.
I want that too.
But I don't want it with the wrong person.
I do miss caring for someone. And someone caring for me. But sometimes, I find that ... It seems to be more of a distraction if the person isn't. .. supportive of the things I want to do, or achieve.
In the last few years, there have been only a few people who have been able to break through my defenses.
One guy, I always thought was perfect guy. . and I could actually picture myself with.
The other. .. Well. He captured me. Heart. Soul. Mind. But. .. I guess, I did not mean the same to him. He never once. .. fought for me.
Which is. .. heartbreaking.
My neck is aching. And I have 7 hrs to kill.
So I leave you with a pic of giant teddy in Doha.
And the awesome pool.
But I'm freezing way too much to even consider jumping in.