Note – If you feel the need to clarify what was only friendly chit chat between a man and a woman, with a text that reads, “DO NOT BE SCARED. THERE IS NOTHING TO BE SCARED OF.” And then attempt to reassure me with a link to Richard Marx ‘Right Here Waiting’…after only a few hours of friendly conversation, chances are … THERE IS SOMETHING OF WHICH TO BE AFRAID.
Needless to say, I cancelled plans to innocently go to a festival in town. I’m just tired of being hounded and I’m tired of making bad decisions and wasting precious energy on rationalizing them. It’s just not worth it anymore.
I don’t care if you also live with bipolar. I don’t care if we have things in common. I don’t care if you’re ready to settle down. I don’t care if you are really a nice guy. I don’t care if you think I’m attractive, smart and different. It doesnt mean I am ready. And it certainly doesn’t mean I am attracted to you and will go home with you after a few hours of idle chit chat. What happened to the good old days? Since when did we assume that jumping in the fast lane was this ridiculously acceptable?
I don’t know, I’m more old school than I ever knew.
Plus, he didn’t even know how to spell, “Liz.” That is right. He asked me how to spell my name which he only asked for AFTER he invited me up to his room. I can’t make this up.
I woke up from a humiliating nightmare this morning, in which I married myself. I think it was my last-ditch effort to subconciously give up…which is something I’ve actually given up on in real life this year. Enough said.