In my last blog I convinced myself Friday the 13th is just another day and whatever you do on that day, you’re NOT tempting fate. Like paragliding: I didn’t take down a skilift while ungracefully landing: I was fine! It was all in my head, the superstition that those days should be handled with care since in some cultures it’s known as a doom date. Last Friday the 13th I had a First Date with a guy who was ‘perfect on paper’: smart, funny, ambitious, good hair, sociable, nice & hardworking. He turned out to be, well, not perfect of course, but also completely taking me by surprise by getting me to doubt myself when I called it off after 2 dates. The fact that it started on Friday the 13th didn’t make a difference: he wasn’t right for me and I wasn’t right for him. 

​​​But instead of listening to my gut I made a rookie mistake: I doubted myself. Maybe I'm too picky? Maybe my sense of humor is weird and I should tone it down? Maybe I should stop being sarcastic so I don’t have to explain jokes he doesn’t get? Maybe he wasn’t talking money under his breath, making me slightly uncomfortable, maybe it’s all in my head? Maybe he's funny and I’m just too dumb to get it? And I even thought maybe he wasn’t a bit pushy, so maybe I should’ve said yes when he walked me home and asked if he could come in, even though I really didn’t want him too. Was I being difficult?