Part one had safety tips that involved purchasing things. Although these are very helpful, it doesn’t have to be expensive to be safe.
There are a lot of evenings that I walk into a dark house and I’m all alone. That can be super scary but it doesn’t have to. I have several people that are available on the phone when I get home. I will call when I pull onto my street, I start calling and I keep talking until I’ve been in the house for a while and I feel comfortable. Lights are on and I have everything out of my car. If you can’t get ahold of anyone, you can hold your phone up to your ear and pretend.
THE FALCON HAS LANDED
The use of codes can be very helpful too. I have heard lots of stories about people calling 911 but they are not able to speak freely. They will order flowers or something that alerts the 911 operators that something isn’t right. I have those with my friends and family. My tribe knows that if any of us starts talking about a certain topic, help is needed.
If you or someone you know is experiencing or has experienced domestic violence, help them contact the local family crisis center. I’ve included a link to the national domestic violence hotline. They have experts that can help put together an in-depth safety plan.
How things have changed for me in one week…
Last Monday, I was not solo for lunch. I went lunch with a good friend. She insisted on me downloading the Bumble app.
Reluctantly I did. I went through an swiped this way and that way for about a day. I had several matches and started a couple of conversations. Those conversations didn’t go anywhere. I matched with someone and we seemed to hit it off.
Our messages went from Bumble and moved on to texting directly. This was terrifying, but I decided to take that leap. Friday night he called. With my anxiety at DEFCON 1, I decided to take the call.
As an introvert, I am amazing at texting. I am funny, witty, and the words just seem to flow. I am same at letter writing. It’s just too bad that is now a lost art. When the phone of an introvert rings, panic strikes hard. For me, its the same type of panic felt when you see blue lights in the rearview mirror while driving down the road in a stolen car. I assume, I don’t know this from first hand knowledge. I’m just guessing.
I don’t know what came over me. I grabbed my phone and answered the call. We spoke about different stuff for 19 minutes. I checked the time on my phone. To my surprise, I was able to keep the conversation moving and … I enjoyed it. It felt easy. Conversations never feel this easy for me, but this one did. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was the infatuation that was coursing through my body. Maybe it was the sound of his voice (he has an amazing voice).
Plans were made for next weekend. Great, a whole week to agonize over every single detail. Well, things happen the way they need to in life. Things shifted in my schedule and his schedule and we were able to meet up yesterday.
I went from a week to agonize to just 12 hours. I was now forced to do something that I have trouble doing. I would just have to do my best, and accept it.
Wow, a first date and self growth!!!
He and I met and had an amazing time. Please don’t take this to mean that I will always be able to accept myself and that I will be OK with myself, but this is a step in the right direction.
So, I was eating dinner and chit-chatting with some old friends at the bar when two gross drunk guys sit down next to me at the bar. Now, before you call me judgmental, just know that one of the guys was wearing a sleeveless shirt. Not in a cute, hipster way, but in a redneck way. I’m sure they were lovely men, I just couldn’t recognize through their loud drunken conversation.
Yeah, this finding someone new is going to be much harder than I initially thought.