I did something either very brave or very foolish at the end of December. Either way it was very honest. More on that as the month progresses.
I entered 2012 with optimism and hope and so far I haven't abandoned them. Yet.
I made a new friend. A Parisienne. I overheard her (attractive) friend speaking French and I vacillated between asking where they were from, en Francais, and not. I did. I'm glad I did, as most times I am when I've had the courage to walk up to people. We met for drinks this evening (rather, I had a cider, as a practising Muslim, my new friend doesn't drink)and got to know each other a bit. It's just as weird going on a friend date as it is going on a date for a romantic venture.
Life doesn't get less complicated as you grow older, it gets more complexed and nuanced, but perhaps more flavorful too. We'll see what the future holds, for now I have to take solace in the fact that I followed my heart...and nothing wrong ever occurs when that happens.