After my divorce was final, I thought I was ready to date again. I was looking forward to starting the next phase of my life--the "happily ever after" phase. I was looking forward to falling in love again.
I flipped to a jumpy television station and read the words "devastation" and "the new Katrina." Suddenly, it occurred to me that I might be staying in his apartment longer than I had anticipated. I wanted to take things as slowly as possible. This no longer appeared to be an option.