I’m sitting here pondering how I’m going to go about talking about a man I’ve grew intriguingly curious about. Asking someone what their intentions are should be easy right? But for me it’s not. I find myself caught in empathy and concern over this special individuals’ health. He received some devastating news and now I’m afraid of adding to it with my inquiring questions. He’s not on this death bed or anything like that, but the way he’s moping around, he might as well be. I see so much potential and room for (us) to grow. I always seem to do this. I find someone I like and I begin to place them in my life without knowing if they really want to be there. Already planning dates and things we can do as a couple. Bruh, I need to stop this shit. It’s not healthy and not knowing how a person truly feels about you can be disheartening when you’re already daydreaming of what could be. Especially when you two have been spending so much time together lately.
FYI, I’ve known him for a year.
I seem to sense his shyness the closer we get. The indirect eye contact is blush worthy up to a point. I’m so use to the Alpha male leading and unquestionably in charge. The lack of affection is growing so cold that I’m ready to give up. It’s literally an ice box around us. Conversation is plenty. The laughs are loud. The interests are there. What am I missing?
Dating after 30 and you’re a mother of two is rough say the the least.
Dating after 30 with two kids IS FOR THE BIRDS, I tell ya! It’s been over a month since you’ve written this, but I truly hope that things have gotten better with you and your guy.
You shouldn’t have to change who you are for the right person. Like… I’m reading what you’re saying and I get what you are feeling. I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t settle. We’ve done that enough. And while he may be a good guy, it doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s a good guy for you. You know what you want and what you need. Stick to that. It’s hard when you have to kiss so many toads, though, right?