It’s Not You, It’s Me… Again
There’s definitely something wrong with me. I mean, there is something really, really wrong with me. I had date number 4 last night with a great guy – one who opens doors, holds my arm crossing the street, looks at me with googly eyes and thinks I have a great ass. I mean, come on… he should be the one!
He’s not.
Date #4 should be full steam ahead. We had a really good date number one, a pretty steamy make-out session on date number two, but I fell asleep on date number 3. That was the beginning of the end. He let it go, but I know it contributed to the demise. We had an overall good date #4, went to a great dinner, back to his place to play some Wii and then I got the look. The “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” look. The better question was, “Why didn’t I want to?” I really didn’t want to. This is me, the person who loves to kiss – and I didn’t want to kiss. But I did it anyway, and I felt nothing. I mean, I felt NOTHING. There were no butterflies, no sparks, no tingles, nothing. There was just his strange extreme amount of saliva. The fact that he’s a wet kisser isn’t the problem. The problem is that I don’t know what the problem is. Except that it’s me. He’s a great guy, he really likes me, and he would be a great boyfriend.
I have to break up with him.
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It’s Not You – It’s You
Oh it’s you, alright… it’s totally, 100% you. MOST PEOPLE know a good thing when they see it. MOST PEOPLE embrace what you have so often dismissed. MOST PEOPLE don’t lose sight of the forest, for the trees.
NEWSFLASH: You’re not most people.
I feel for you. I really do… Even you, yourself know it’s time to change your attitude about men and relationships, yet your helpless to do so. I get it AND I respect it. Unfortunately, that doesn’t make you smart or right. Still, you’re smart and right in my book.
Maybe that’s the hardest border to find when it comes to “matters of the heart” (I’ve always loved that expression). The border between when to settle and when to not to… The border between when to judge and when to accept … The border between life and romance. You’ve been consistent your whole life when it’s come to this border… you have consistently ruled on the side NOT ruled by common sense. In life, they punish us for this approach. In real life, you should be rewarded for it.
Some day I’ll write a modern love story.
Yours will be the love story it’s based upon… unless it’s based upon mine first.
