Little Miss Negative has a confession…
So I’ve been thinking a lot about what I wrote yesterday, and everyone’s supportive comments. But there’s something that’s been nagging at my conscience about it all and maybe a confession is in order (and no, @mattstratton, it’s not a good confession… sorry again!). Because, I know, I go on about enjoying being single and so on… and don’t get me wrong, that’s 100% true. And the part of not wanting to date someone I see regularly (in yesterday’s case, the gym) is also 100% true. But… I think deep down a good part of my problem is that I’m like terrified to date.
That sounds pretty ridiculous. Maybe I’m exaggerating just a touch. It’s just, I get super awkward around guys that I’m interested in, and I just lose my social skills and manners. Which seems silly or maybe it’s just normal. Either way I don’t know that I’m cut out for dating – it feels like so much work. Going on dates, getting to know someone… all of that, just feels overwhelming. And I know, there are some great parts to dating, parts that I miss – but still.
Of all the guys I’ve dated, before I dated them they were my friend first. Which is hard because when the relationship ended, so did the friendship… and some of them were amazing friends, and so when we broke up I lost a boyfriend and my best friend all in one go. But in a way it was nice having them as a friend first, because there wasn’t that awkward feeling that comes from going out with someone new.
As a matter of fact, I’ve been on one honest to goodness date. One. I mean, I’ve been on dates before but this was the first date where I hadn’t hung out with the guy before hand or anything… In fact, he was a random guy that gave me his number when I was working at a retail job earlier this year. It’s safe to say it was a disaster – as usual I lost my social skills, ran out of things to say and spent most of dinner people watching instead of watching my date. I never heard from him after that, which was in fact *great* because I was never that interested to begin with… But after that mess of a date, I’m understandably hesitant to go at it again!
Now I know, it’ll happen when I’m ready… I don’t need to worry about it… etc, etc. And that’s why I try not to stress about it, and why I am happy where I’m at right now. But I just worry that I’m holding myself back sometimes. I hope not.
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