Lessons

One of the things I enjoy about being an anonymous blogger is that when I'm feeling like a loser, I don't have to put on a brave face. I can detail all the ways in which I feel like a loser.

With that said, I received several e-mails from people asking if they needed to confiscate my shoelaces, so I apparently I write about feeling like a loser very well. I'm feeling much better. I had a good wallow. I felt sorry for myself. But then I got up Monday morning and went to work.

Whatever I wore to work Monday—I think it was blue jeans and a knitted black top—someone stopped me and told me how skinny I had gotten and how in shape I looked. That helped. Then I wore a magenta shift dress and no less than five people stopped me and told me how gorgeous it was and a man at Subway said I looked pretty. That helped too. Today I'm wearing a white lace dress and someone already stopped me and told me it was pretty. Point is, there are far more kind people in my life than the two who had hurt my feelings.

Schmoozer's bestie has been in regular contact with me; I receive texts and e-mails from him every couple of days. So even though he isn't attracted to me, I've still made a new friend.

I've made friends with a couple of girls from my spring team and they came out with me Saturday at my invitation, so I have that. And I also have the new team I'm joining this summer. Those people are the highest quality of people I've met by far. They are also a few years older than me, if that says anything. Most are in their mid-thirties so the quotient for drama, I'm hoping, is diminished.

I also decided not to play with my spring team again. I contacted the company and they were able to issue me a refund. That means I won't have to play with Nameless Teammate. I think it's best that I remove myself from that situation for the time being.

So I'll be playing on a new night with a new team and a chance to meet a whole other circle of people.

Lesson number one: don't sleep with any of them.