Long story condensed into a few sentences.
I spilt up with my fiancée two months ago. We were together 8 years. My whole identity the past decade has been Mr Dependable, Mr Future Husband And Father, Mr Job/Retirement Plan/Twice-Yearly Holidays. You get the idea. I was her and she was me. We did everything together. She bought my clothes, I took her car for services, our parents are friends. So basically I became soft, dependent. Now it's all gone, leaving me with a big lump of money (we sold the house in 2 days) and no fucking idea what to do with myself or, as lame as it may sound, who the hell I even am.
The idea of going back out there, smashing some loose tail isn't appealing to me right now. It just aint. I moved in with a friend while I'm looking around for an apartment. All I have right now is the gym and my job, and I'm hitting that hard. Hell, I might even compete if I can keep this up.
Anyway. I go to work, come home, go to the gym, come home, eat, sleep. I go out once a week at most since our friends was mutual and it's too weird for them right now. So basically I got fuck all to do. I look around and try and figure out what guys my age (30) do and they're either married with a kid, or going nowhere fast. It's a very awkward age where I'm too old to pull 20 year olds, while the girls my age are looking out for the long term.
So what do I do? I got quite a bit of money out of this house sale. Do I put it towards a sleek bachelors pad with a 65' TV and all the electronics I could want, or do I buy sensibly in the suburbs and wait for another girl to come along, just so I can start this whole fucking process all over again?
Draw upon your own lives and give me some ideas.