It's Day Five of my Man-itorium. And it's easy. So far.
I am still checking ring fingers... then I remind myself that I don't care. I see a cute guy smiling at me and still reach up to straighten my bangs before I remember that I don't care. I thought about wearing my cuter, but less comfortable boots this morning... then I thought about how I don't care. I can dress warmly to ski with less concern about looking like the Pillsbury Dough Boy because, you guessed it, I don't care! A nice looking guy just struck up a conversation with me while I was getting a drink at work... and I chatted. But I didn't care.
Okay, I totally did care, but I'm telling myself I shouldn't. I might still look him up in my computer to see how old he is and where he's from (he's a fellow employee). But I swear, then I will proceed to not care.
No major revelations or self-discoveries so far. But I do have 175 days to go.
P.S. He's 27. :)