Dating… it’s crazy and it seems that I get myself into the weirdest, most awkward, drama inducing situations.
When I broke up with X, I started to reconnect with friends that I had been “off limits.” Along that journey, I reconnected with a male friend from college. This was the guy I had all my good stories with, the guy who took me on adventures, got me into trouble, and I didn’t have to impress because we were friends. It was one of the easiest and enjoyable friendships I have ever had. He was exactly what I needed in my life after all this nonsense.
It started off innocent and simple-catch up on the present, rehash the past, and discuss the future. Somewhere in between talking about a jello party and why we were both single, flirting ensued. Now this wasn’t normal flirting, this was raw and emotional. Maybe because there was a pre established comfort level there, but we shared things that most people don’t share after six months of dating even after a lifetime together. And so it began, against my better judgment, I feel for this guy-hard.
Slow down with the celebrations over there—this is me and we all know my life is complicated.
New Guy, or shall we call him World Traveler, does not live in the same state as me. In fact, he does not really have a state to call home because he travels all over the world for work. He is rarely in the area, and when he is, it is for 48 hours (if we are lucky). You can only imagine how obnoxious that is! We have roughly laid eyes on each other three times in the past two months (talk about long distance huh?). We work opposite schedules which makes communication a nightmare as well. We talk every day, by text mostly, and have set up “rules” for our relationship survival (still a work in progress).
Are you screaming at me through the computer yet? Are you telling me this is the biggest mistake ever? Well… you should be…. this gets interesting and ugly….
TO BE CONTINUED…