Nonetheless, some object lessons, in no particular order:
- I can in fact be attracted to someone who is not arrogant, snobbish or in any way pretentious.
- Amazing character can in fact come in an Abercrombie & Fitch-looking package.
- I clearly must have a subconscious hero complex.
- I may, in all likelihood, be too weird to date.
- My time in BigLaw, even when I try to give it a positive retrospective spin, is inconceivable, and more than slightly disturbing, to anyone who is unfamiliar with the genre (read: anyone happy, well adjusted and normal).
- Given that, I am not sure how one goes about explaining away six years of living an inconceivable, disturbing workaholic life. Feels like it might be easier (and more acceptable) to say I was in a coma for the last half-decade and have recently awoken. Hell, it would be easier to say I had had some sort of vicious addiction and been in rehab for the better part of the 21st century.
- I have no hobbies. I always hate confessing that. I am not sure that I really want any - it seems like there is enough to do in life already - but I realize it makes me sound (or maybe just makes me) incredibly boring and pathetic.
- I am more confident than I have ever been in my life. However, clearly, that isn't saying much.
- I don't think I could possibly be more socially awkward. Truly, there ought to be an award for it. I could use a plaque to put on the wall in my office.
- It is so much easier to complain about being alone when one is only theoretically dating. Actually being out there is scary. It is an amount of vulnerability that I had avoided for a better part of a year. I forgot the potential for exhilaration and for bruising disappointment in the risk/reward arena.
- It is a good thing I am out there.
- But it is hard.
- Really hard.
- And I worry.
- A lot.
