I majorly fucked up last month. Why do we do such self-destructive things to ourselves when we’re single?!
Tony was an associate of mine who works in Australia. We happen to be at the same location last month for a conference and I thought it would be good to connect with him. We have a mutual friend named Adam, who actually introduced the both of us. For the past few months, Tony has be highly flirtatious and interested in me. However, the distance between Australia and the USA helped to prevent any bad consequences from happening.
Tony, after all, is a high ranking government official and it would be bad press for him to be discovered with someone like me. Also, he’s practically married to a gentleman for the past several years. I blame Adam for feeding the fires and telling me that Tony and his partner were on the rocks.
Rule #5: DO NOT play around with a married man, gay or straight.
I broke this rule. During a break at the conference, I invited him to my hotel room. He obliged and we soon connected.
Either he was tremendously guilty by the experience or appalled by me, for the rest of the conference he avoided me. Of course my self-esteem just shattered at that point. All I could think of was what was wrong with me. I couldn’t even look at him in the eye. Poor Adam didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me.
I couldn’t let this out at all. So, I’m keeping my secret here. For the Universe to judge. I am doing penance for all the wrong things I’ve done. I cannot do shit like this ever again. It’s not healthy for me to go after someone unattainable. I must hate myself that much to keep torturing myself.
When do I start to love myself? I think when I’m able to let go of my fears and accept myself as who I am. I’m getting older, not getting prettier – it’s the way all things go.




