We dance the dance of dating. Every breath we take every thing we do is amove in the dating game. I am so excited that I am going out with Shawn again tonight, but I don't want to be early and seem overeager, so I am writing in my blog to
waste a little time. I can do this. I know he wants to be just friends, he has made that more than clear in a million different ways. I think I will be honest with him and admit my struggle, but assure him that I have it in check. Alright need
to waste 3 more minutes till 3:40, that way if I am 5 minutes early, it will be thought more of punctuality than overeagerness.
Bedtime
I am such a chicken!! You can hear me squawk
in the next county. To be honest I did tell him that I have problem with getting too close too quickly. I just didn't have the tatas to tell him I was refering to him. I think he is slightly less oblivious than most guys and can put 2 and
2 together. The good part about that is that he can understand my struggle without the necessity of addressing it directly and possibly embarassing me or worse. The bad part is that the times when I lose what has now become my iron clad grip on
my emotions, I will always start to wonder if he might just consider me.
I have settled into being comfortable as friends. It has gotten to the point where I am no longer anxious and am soothed by his presence without the expectations
of any more.