…details to come soon!
This week has been roller coaster. So much I want to write about, but I’m not sure if I feel up to it. I’m too exhausted to think that hard right now….
A post or two is coming though.
New guy and I went out for dinner last night, but unlike some of our other dates, we kind of threw together the details two hours beforehand, which admittedly made me a little anxious. We had been talking all week about getting together over the weekend, but neither one of us could decide on where to go, what to do and so on, we just both set aside time to see each other and that’s as far as we got. I kept thinking in my head, “oh no, maybe he really doesn’t want to see me and is just going out, out of obligation“. This is the most ridiculous thought, because he’s admittedly been just as indecisive as me since day one. Since we BOTH are, trying to plan things can sometimes take a little longer than it should. It doesn’t mean that he (or either one of us) doesn’t each the company of the other, we just can’t make a decision sometimes.
I think that occasional shared lack of decision making should technically have us cancel each other out, but we’ll see.
Dinner was fine and we spent hours talking as we usually do when we’re out on a date. He even opted to sit next to me in the booth we were seated at, just so we could talk a little bit more intimately, instead of shouting at one another obnoxiously from across the table. He told me last night that up until recently, he was reluctant to “get out of his comfort zone” and “try/experience new things”. Things as simple as pizza toppings. He said he just had a wakeup call recently and decided that he wanted to experience life a little fuller. Since we happened to be at a pizza place, I suggested that he choose the toppings based on what he THOUGHT he wanted to try. It was cute how he spent fifteen minutes going back and forth over all of the options, but he finally came up with a choice and we placed an order. I told him that I supported his notion of wanting to live life outside of the box, but that I didn’t want to “force him” to do/try anything he wasn’t comfortable with, because that’s easy to do with someone who admits to wanting to live outside of the box and experience new things. I find that both fascinating and scary all at the same time. It makes me wonder why he chose not to try new things previously and if I was something out of his “comfort zone” (he’s certainly outside of mine). He assured me that I hadn’t so far and that he couldn’t imagine me ever doing that anyway, because he knows me “well enough” to know I have good intentions.
Does he know me well enough?
We also talked about scars on our bodies (stories related to how we got them), our clumsy behavior, injuries to our eyes, times where we had gotten sick from drinking or general viruses, etc (you know, general proper dinner conversation).
He shared some photos of himself from facebook when he was in college to prove to me that he hasn’t “changed much” since those days. He’s perpetually looked 20 since he was well, 20…but looked 17 (and got carded last weekend when he bought us movie tickets for Logan). The only differences I could see was maybe how he dressed and maybe that he’s a little less goofy (he had full on cheesy smiles in almost every photo). I shared one of myself, but other than a change in hairstyle, he stated I basically looked the same too. I personally think I just look a little closer to my actual age than he does.
Dinner was great and he walked me to my car (as he usually does) to kiss me (multiple times) goodnight. We didn’t end the night at either one of our places as we have for our past few outings, but it was fine. We were both tired and even though we were closer to his place than mine, just thinking about making the long drive back to my place from there was draining and I was hoping he wouldn’t bring it up. I’m not sure if I want our dates to ONLY become intense make out sessions, even though those are a lot of fun, he’s a great kisser and knows what to do with his hands (TMI–I know). Granted, we always go on an actual date beforehand, but still… I feel like people in this generation get to a point where it’s exceptionable to call, “Netflix and chill” an actual date. I also don’t want to come across as fast, even though I’m sure he doesn’t necessarily think that.
I’ve got to stop all of these wacky thought processes with this guy because it’s starting to make spending time with him a little stressful. I’m not sure where these thoughts came from other than the fact that I didn’t necessarily see us still dating all of these weeks later. It’s caught me off guard, but maybe in a good way. I just don’t know how to handle it other than comparing it to the situation with blast from the past where we dated for a while and he eventually became semi distant, before telling me that he made the decision to start dating a girl from his home town (600 miles away, making it long distance, even though he and I dated locally for about a year and he and that girl dated just shy of 4 or 5 months). Yeah.
Needless to say, that messy situation damaged me and I think that’s why I do a lot of second guessing now.I also don’t care to waste a lot of time on something I don’t think is mutually beneficial. He made me feel abandoned and blindsided. It felt like someone knocked the wind out of me. And of course him starting back up the process of acting like he wants to date me, without any of the actual work or consistent effort, like being appropriately responsive…has me habitually annoyed. He’s lucky I even still acknowledge his existence after the bullshit he pulled.
I’m going to make it a point to not over analyze the situation with new guy too much anymore, which might require occupying my time doing other things (like indulging in a hobby). I think I’ll be happier if I don’t expect anything from him (including commitment). I didn’t go into this with that specific goal in mind right up front anyway, why should he?
My anxiety has been a little elevated lately. Even though I take medicine to “control it”, I periodically have episodes triggered by events or situations where I feel out of control or overwhelmed. Even if it’s triggered by one situation (or event), it spills out into other areas of my life.
Thursday, one of my best friends was in town for the night and came over to my place for a bit. Ideally, I should have been supportive and joined him out for his performance, but my anxiety and exhaustion caused me to feel paralyzed, to where I couldn’t. I feel like a terrible friend for this. Even though we hungout before his performance, I should have been there and the guilt of Thursday is getting to me.
I’ve been kind of self-doubting and second guessing things with the new guy, which is weird, because nothing has changed. He seems a little more at ease, like maybe he’s more sure of how I feel, so he doesn’t have to bend over backwards to get my attention . He’s been fairly consistent in his actions since we’ve been dating, but I’m starting to over analyze everything (in my head) and think, “he’s going to get to the point where he’s not going to want to date me anymore…”, which is interupting the joy of spending time together because that’s in the back of my head. I often wonder if he’s still interested, which is stupid, because we’ve literally gone out every week since we started dating and talked between dates for hours at a time (I’ll post separately about last night’s date). I go as far as to NOT text him often. Usually, I’ll initiate a conversation about once a week and he’ll do the same. Logically, if he WASN’T that interested, he probably wouldn’t be willing to do any of that. If I wasn’t interested in dating someone, I wouldn’t agree or suggest that we keep getting together and I probably wouldn’t waste hours during the week texting with them. At least, I hope not, because what would he have to gain?
On the same topic of new guy, I found myself accidentally admitting to “dating” him while out with some friends Friday night at a bar. New guy and I were having a text message conversation, trying to finalize things for Saturday (which we still didn’t do that night anyway) and one of my more nosy friends asked who I was texting. Blushing, I stated, “nobody important”. My friend laughed and said that my face said otherwise and then I just blurted it out, “I’m just talking to this guy I’ve been dating for a few weeks…”
I can’t belive I told them that so casually. I’m a very private person and most of these friends I’ve just recently became close enough to them (not too long before dating new guy) to spend time with them on a regular basis. I’m a private person and I don’t really like talking about my love life, especially so early in. It’s still new. We’re still feeling each other out. I also don’t like talking about it because if it doesn’t last, I’ve got to answer additional questions about it… I told new guy about this conversation (not the ‘if it doesn’t work out’ part) and how I usually only shared personal things about myself to people I’m close to and when I felt like it was appropriate. New guy assured me it was ok, but that he understood and that if I needed to stop texting him and continue my night out with them, that it wouldn’t hurt his feelings. We ended up talking for an additional 2 hours until I went to bed.
Another thing that’s been elevating my anxiety is apartment/house/townhouse shopping. Ultimately, I’d like to BUY something, but my credit (though it’s improving) is not where I’d like it to be right now. I’ve settled on just renting for another year at a place closer to work, but everything is so fucking expensive. I mean really. I’m looking at paying at least $250 more per month just by moving about half an hour closer to work.
Throw in the fact that I’m super indecisive anyway and this process has literally upset my stomach and on numerous occasions (I actually had to stop at the store on the way home friday night to buy antacids and pepto). I like where I live now. I like my townhouse. I like the price I’m paying for it. I like my neighborhood. I like living in this city (even though my job is in a separate city), I just don’t like the commute. I wish I could pick up my current place and plop it closer to work and be done with this search.
I halfway settled on one place and simply STARTED an online application with the thought that I would finish it when I felt like i truly made the decision to want to live there, but I got an email today saying that had already “processed”the application and had “questions” about it, like if I had pay stubs to submit. This really stunned me, because I never submitted anything formally and I never even finished the application itself. I never got to the acknowledgement page that you’re SUPPOSED to sign stating that you understand all of their rules/policies and that you’re OK with them running your credit and background check. This is a pretty standard declaration that appears in all contracts, especially rental ones. I’m curious to figure out what gave them the indication that I was finished with the application, when bits and pieces of it were obviously missing and why they processed it without asking me about it beforehand. The whole thing doesn’t sit well with me to be honest.
I also know work is about to swing into high gear this week until about mid-July (with each week increasing in craziness). While I’m a little more prepared for it than I was last year (being new last year), I’m still not quite mentally ready for the high pressure stress of it all.
One good thing that I’m looking forward to is getting away from it all later on this week. I’m flying out to visit one of my best friends (see the start of this post) and I’m sure that will ease my nerves, because we always have such amazing adventures together.
I have no idea what’s wrong with me, but lately (within the past 1-2 weeks), all I’ve wanted to do was eattttttttttt. Granted, I “eat”, but I’ve wanted to eat legit super shitty food…like this cookie bar I’m currently smashing after eating a BLT sandwich leftover from a meeting at work yesterday.
New week, same shit, same guy.
Last week was my birthday week and it seemed like I celebrated literally all week. Not a bad thing, but in my 29++ age, my body is taking a little longer to recover. During all of this, blast from the past “coincidentally” came to town for work. Skirted in at a little after midnight friday morning and out by early Saturday afternoon. In between the whirlwind “visit”, we basically went to a bar and a half with one of my best friends. I say “and a half”, because he was late to the dinner we were supposed to have, so my bff and I ended up drinking until he arrived. Because my best friend was in tow, there wasn’t much “us” time and most of my memory became hazy after we ubered downtown. For the most part it was good fun, but I’m starting not to feel the same sparks that I used to with him. I know this, because I woke up Saturday hung over, threw on a hoodie, put my hair in a bun and made no effort to doll up. I’m pretty sure I didn’t even put on foundation, maybe just finishing powder over the foundation I slept in the night before, before we went out for breakfast.
I had roughly 3 hours between blast from the past leaving and my date with new guy to freshen up and put together an outfit where my girls were sitting pretty. I went from sweats, to contour, sheer shirt and tight jeans. Sure, he was just taking me out for a belated birthday evening (movie, dinner, etc), but I felt compelled to perfect.
The birthday date was typical as some of our other dates have been(all have been wonderful), with the of course added bonus of cake, card and gift! Blah-de-blah. Overall the night was fun, as our dates normally are, but as I invited him back over to my place for an elaborate cuddle and make out session, I kept thinking, “Am I infuriated with this guy?”
Sure, he’s a fabulous guy and I genuinely look forward to our
outings dates, but a weird anxiety is starting to creep through my brain, like : how long is this going to last? Will this last? What if this ACTUALLY lasts–what do I do then? Do I even know WHAT I’m DOING?!
To be honest, there is a part of me that likes him so much because he fills this gaping VOID that I’ve been nursing for a while, but I’m just hoping that this isn’t the MAJORITY of the reason I like him, because he is an amazing guy. I just don’t want to be attached (especially over a silly reason like that), because being attached means potentially being hurt and of course, that’s never my goal.