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At the end of the date, SFC asked if I wanted to go out again. He looks like a football player! Then came Frat Boy Writer, who was down to play bingo at a neighborhood bar for our first date. We talked writing, sports, and our families, drank a few beers, and he walked me home. For the second date, we bar-hopped. It was a very classy courting.
If I sleep with her and still want to hang out the next day. CF was kind and old-fashioned, picking me up before our date. He took me out in Hollywood, where we awkwardly played darts and realized we had nothing to say to each other. When he dropped me off at the end of the night, I ran out of his car to avoid a first-date kiss or talk of a second date. I would have had to use words to tell CF about the cancer. The fifth one was promising. The Joker and I never ran out of topics to talk about on our first date.
After that, we ended up seeing each other almost every day. Although we had fun on our dates, I still felt like something was slightly off. We would joke around a lot, but with each friendly jab, I realized I'd become a generally more sensitive person after dealing with cancer. I pulled myself away from him before anything serious could begin. That sensitivity is why all of us cancer kids are different: What I was and am and always will be is a young cancer survivor.
The scars showed, from the literal biopsy scar on my chest to the many mental scars, like being hyper-sensitive about my hair I wore wigs for the first year, then extensions for the next six months, and both made me feel like a lying fraud. Regular check-ups told me I was healthy, but I rarely felt like it when I was having sudden crying jags over nothing. So what am I missing out on by taking a little break from the dating madness?
Nothing but misery and a few decent stories to tell at happy hour, methinks. But for now, I have to live with my new reality: It will always be something I fought and still fear -- I can never be the person I was pre-diagnosis, and there's always the possibility of recurrence.