Perhaps I'm ready

I said so to myself.

It's been almost two months since the break-up, and I start to feel emotionally capable of having another relationship.

Most important of all, is that I've finally meet someone I'm interested in, which means a lot to me. Because tried as I might, I couldn't find any New Zealand woman attrative enough until now.

I've been paying attention to this girl at my girl for a few weeks. She's about 5 feet 7 and has a killer body - not the best I'm seen but pretty close. Also, she's a blonde, and a very special light blonde, too.

Yes, I believe every men should, in his life, date at least one blonde. So next time someone challenges me when I tell a blonde joke, I'd have some ground to stand on.

So as I beefed up my ego and adjust my mood to prepare for asking her out, I checked her fingers just in case. You can never be too careful about these things, now that I'm not in an environment where everybody is technically available anymore.

And guess what I found.

A ring. A big, fat, golden ring on her fourth finger. I'm gutted.

To think on the positive side, if I hadn't made that last check and went ahead to ask her out, it would have been the biggest blunder I've made. So it really could have been worse.

And to be quite honest to myself, this didn't surprise me at all. Most women at my gym are twice my age (and possibly size too), so a young, attractive single female would really be an oddball among them.

So yeah, perhaps I'm ready to find myself another gym.