The freaking "clavo"

Recently the expression “un clavo saca otro clavo” has become extremely popular. Apparently everyone around me with even mediocre mastery of the Spanish language has felt the need to say that to me these past weeks and lately I’ve started to listen…

This past month I’ve cried a lot. I’ve lost weight. I’ve left my home looking like death warmed over. Needless to say, the demise of my “relationship” with HWMNBN is something that I’ve grieved in ways I never thought possible…I guess that I really did (do) love him…

But life goes on. And I’ve come to realize that I have to recover from this so when the “clavo” showed up the other day in the form of an IT developer who shares a moniker with a famous athlete and my love for books and interesting conversation, I said “YES YES YES!”

So we went out and shared some laughs over beers and bar food.

For the first time in a month, I found myself enjoying male company. I examined the curves of his face. He said he felt my heartbeat when holding my hands and I blushed. He flirted, I flirted back and at the end of the date I agreed to see him again.

Of course, I didn’t think that “again” would be at 10:00am the next day…but it was…shortly after I arrived at work I got an invitation for a mid morning coffee and again I was like “YES YES YES!” and it was then, during this coffee break that he blushed, and talked and talked and talked and started by saying that he was seeing some girl and concluded by saying that he was living with the aforementioned girl.

But he is in an “unhappy relationship” and he “really does like me” and he hopes we can “work around this” so we should “go out this weekend”.

NO NO NO!

There went my faith in the male species…again…

I should have known he was full of shit when he said he could feel my heartbeat when he held my hand…I’ve been told things such as that before and there was a time when my heart beat so intensely you could feel it in my hair but I don’t want my heart to beat like that…not for anybody else anyway.