The tangled webs we weave

Summer 2011 was the last time I let someone into my heart. He was like chalk and I was like cheese. He was quiet, liked anonymity, walks in the countryside. He liked his cats and his hens. He kept himself to himself. I waltzed into his life all chatty, energetic, social and demanding. And after a while he told me to go away. Of course, I did.
I still think about him every week. I miss him.

So here we are in November 2012 and there has been no one since him. I've kept myself to myself. I've kept myself busy, socialising, working, thinking about this, that and the other.

In the end it was my flatmate who stopped me in my hallway, looked me in the eye and asked me why I thought I'd shut myself away from men, relationships and romance. I faltered, I wasn't expecting the direct question. I didn't have an answer ready to give.

But I've reflected on it and now, after just one week of 'putting myself out there', here I am with not just one but four potential suitors at my door. I am 'picky' - I call it discerning. I'm pretty sure which of the four could be the new significant person in my life. Of course he may not be, but to be stood on the cusp, to be looking back at what was, at the present with four chaps, and thinking of the future with just one.... Those tangled webs..... I'm not sure if I'm the spider or the fly.