My mini marriage is over. I am as deflated as a popped balloon at a child’s birthday party. I don’t know what I was thinking. Who am I kidding? I was not thinking. I did not think. I reacted to the first man who had my juices flowing after walking away from my lifeless marriage.

I reacted to the attention of a man who said all the right things to me and made me feel vibrant and alive when he kissed me, and touched me, and well, you know. He did things to me that I did not know could be done. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world when he looked into my eyes. And I was. For about 6 fantasy weeks I was.

I had been flying so high on the clouds I have been unavailable to the rest of the world. And now the flight has ended and I just want to crawl under a rock and die. I am being a bit melodramatic. Of course, I don’t really want to die. I just want this awful hollow feeling of emptiness to disappear. I want my life back, my life as I knew it before it became so colorful. I want the sepia tones back. I know how to exist there.

You’ve got me in a rather bad moment, as you can see. I am drowning in my sorrows alone, have been for several days now. I think it is time I pull myself together, crawl out of the same clothes I have lived in for the past week and take a shower. Yes, that’s a start. I will shower. Then I will pick up the phone and call my best friend and make plans to go see her.

I will put on my the prettiest dress in my closet, curl my hair, apply my favorite made up look, and …

Maybe tomorrow.

Sadie Jackson, a fictional heroine, is back on the dating scene for the third time. After two trial marriages, she is bound and determined to get it right. She can be nauseatingly optimistic and enjoys recounting her dating experiences with humor and compassion. Follow her dating escapades in this work of fiction that will be updated on a regular basis.