And so the cycle continues... disappointment follows hope. The hope was barely a glimmer and the disappointment barely a sigh, and in the grand scheme of my entire life, this moment will be forgotten.


Be the first to know - Join our Facebook page.


 



But while I''m in it, it sucks.

 

It''s such a small thing. Just a broken date. And probably just postponed. He even gave me a day''s notice, as opposed to other maniacs who just left me all dressed up with no place to go.

 

Honestly, I''ve had worse disappointments; like when all of the clothes in my closet shrunk, and when I suffered a wax that no one saw but my gynecologist.

 

But why is it that when men disappoint, it just feels different?

 

It''s not a broken heart, just a broken date. But nonetheless, it''s another reinforcement of the cycle of hope and disappointment that taunts me, that threatens my equilibrium.

 

A few months ago, this setback would have sent me into a menage a trois with Ben and Jerry. Today I am thinking that I still might make it to the gym. 

Good for me. 


 


Relevant to your professional network? Please share on Linkedin
Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this blog article are those of the author(s) and do not necessarily reflect the official position or viewpoint of The Jerusalem Post. Blog authors are NOT employees, freelance or salaried, of The Jerusalem Post.

Think others should know about this? Please share