Because YOU’RE Not Dead Yet.
The Most I Ever Paid To Get Laid- Going Back To Grad School.
But First A Review of Cougaring 101 So Far:
Set Intentions & Visualize What You Want To Have Happen.
I’m in this bar to reclaim my soul!
I meant it. Setting intentions is powerful. I needed to retrieve my muscle memory on how to be a single woman albeit about twenty years later & NYC was holding it captive.
Helpful hint: Visualization + Determination + Attitude + Confidence = Great Sex!
1) I made my mind up to pop my widow cherry & it had to be in NYC on Halloween.
2) I knew what I would wear, what bars I would go to & that I would wind up in the Village after the parade & that I would have fun!
I worked hard to go through grief NOT around it = Empowerment
Next up:
Searching for yourself in all the wrong places.
There’ll be a time when you start seeking out the unimaginable. I decided I would take a chance & try to get an MBA. It wasn’t completely out of the blue, it was an academic aspiration I had for a while. My honey had encouraged me to apply years ago I just lacked the courage & the confidence.
Now, without my person, I actually became less risk adverse than I already was.
Why the hell not! I was accepted! I was so excited & had been planning this & working so hard on the application process as well as trying to get my old brain up to speed.
Yes, I was blown away & felt out of my league yet it was the best I felt in years. Maybe it was harnessing the power of neoroplasticity. I honestly believe that becoming a B school drop out (haha) really was the kick in the ass as well as my head to propel me forward & literally rewire my brain. Additionally, I landed a great friend from there.
Oh yeah, one more thing, it became the most I ever paid to get laid! Tuition was expensive!
It was nearing the last day of the quarter. At dinner, someone suggested I sit next to a certain handsome & brilliant someone. I had to think about it, haha, I accepted of course. We chatted, felt a connection & decided to grab a night cap.
Off we go to a local watering hole. The atmosphere was exciting as it was nearing holiday party season. We had great conversation & laughs. “Hey, I might be a bit drunk to drive. Can I crash on your couch?” I had to think about it, haha, of course I agreed that would be a prudent idea.
It was a beautiful late autumn, almost winter evening. Perfect temperature with a cool breeze. We go for a stroll. “Hey, can I kiss you?” Wow! Here we go again! He never wound up sleeping on the couch!
The next morning we go for coffee & a walk. I walk him to his car. He asks for my number. End scene!