single again

i was single again and feeling bruised by the experience. to keep myself from wallowing, i packed up and moved to a new city. it seemed quaint like certain small towns in switzerland except everyone spoke english (even the little old ladies) so i knew it was some hidden treasure in the u.s. no, it was too charming- i think it was nelson, b.c.. you could walk the whole town in an hour and it was so picturesque that i did it several times a day. it wasn't long before i was saying hello to familiar faces. i decided not to think about my sadness and just concentrate on making a little 'happy' every day. i was staying in a b&b that for some reason was full of locals (who were all eager to show me around and share chatty meals). all the women were sweet and fun, all the men were chill and normal- except for dick. he was so desperate to find a girlfriend that he was sticky with need. he wasn't a bad guy, but i knew right away that any conversation would turn into obsession so i kept my distance. the younger women were not so careful. they felt sorry for him and would interact simply not to' be mean'. as a consequence, he was constantly 'falling in love' with them. none of it was creepy or harmful and just resulted in a lot of good natured eye rolling and elaborate avoidance strategies. i remember thinking that i was finished with falling in love and decided i would find myself a little house, plant a garden, get a dog and start painting again.