I think I've been told EVERY single person cliche known to man. I finally just asked my friends to nod and say "okay" when I make a resolution to throw in the towel. After a while, being told over and over again the right one is out there, it loses its meaning and seriousness. Sometimes I think they tell me those lines because words fail them. Maybe they really want me to know that "my guy" is out there.
After telling a girlfriend about someone I was interested in, she told me that if I have to work at getting someone to notice me, then he isn't the one. If I have to work at starting the relationship, then he isn't the one for me. The flirting, smiles, and glances should be fun. Not shake my head complicated.
When I was on the online dating circuit, men would message me....ONCE, but then I was the one trying to continue the conversation. I finally learned that I lost the sparkle effect and the men moved on to the next one. I will be honest and say sometimes it took a few unanswered messages to get the hint.
So starting this dating blog was for me to share my poor dating stories and lessons learned. Okay, so I guess just jump right in with this story. Let's start with the Officer. I saw/met this guy just two times. My impression of people are usually spot on.....give or take a few missed gems. There was small talk both times but the second time he actually remembered me from the initial meeting. I thought nothing of it but let him know how good it was to see him. General thanks reply. At that point, I chalked it up to a blow off. Then out of the blue he asks for my number. This is when the teenage me took over, squealing because we like him. I give him my number and then crickets. Literally you could hear crickets if it was quiet enough. Why ask me for my number then do nothing to follow through? We texted but it was small talk I sent him two texts, then I stepped back. What was I doing? It was time for me to walk away. Nothing had even started and yet I knew it was time to just surrender.
Actually Southern Boy was the first one when I realized it wasn't worth continuing to let him know my interest. He showed up at a race of mine........didn't even mind that I wore a tutu. I didn't even mind I was in a tutu meeting him for the first time. This man had done something most men forget these days.....he actually called me in the days prior. I can't remember the last time I had a phone call from a man. He sat with me and my friends who did the race with me and ate breakfast. In the days after, the texts and calls were few and far between. Granted the distance between us probably was an issue. I sent a text here and there but realized if he was still interested he would have texted or called.
A new relationship should be fun.....the ease of texting or talking, the flirting, the giggly vibe I get when I really like a guy, and the smiles and him wanting to text you. I shouldn't be the ONLY one initiating a conversation. I am learning that if after a few messages, the man doesn't feel a spark or interest, to just walk away. On good days I tell myself something I saw once. I should be the one he chases not let get away. And I also tell myself another one will be along any minute.
Till next time,
Christina
When I was on the online dating circuit, men would message me....ONCE, but then I was the one trying to continue the conversation. I finally learned that I lost the sparkle effect and the men moved on to the next one. I will be honest and say sometimes it took a few unanswered messages to get the hint.
So starting this dating blog was for me to share my poor dating stories and lessons learned. Okay, so I guess just jump right in with this story. Let's start with the Officer. I saw/met this guy just two times. My impression of people are usually spot on.....give or take a few missed gems. There was small talk both times but the second time he actually remembered me from the initial meeting. I thought nothing of it but let him know how good it was to see him. General thanks reply. At that point, I chalked it up to a blow off. Then out of the blue he asks for my number. This is when the teenage me took over, squealing because we like him. I give him my number and then crickets. Literally you could hear crickets if it was quiet enough. Why ask me for my number then do nothing to follow through? We texted but it was small talk I sent him two texts, then I stepped back. What was I doing? It was time for me to walk away. Nothing had even started and yet I knew it was time to just surrender.
Actually Southern Boy was the first one when I realized it wasn't worth continuing to let him know my interest. He showed up at a race of mine........didn't even mind that I wore a tutu. I didn't even mind I was in a tutu meeting him for the first time. This man had done something most men forget these days.....he actually called me in the days prior. I can't remember the last time I had a phone call from a man. He sat with me and my friends who did the race with me and ate breakfast. In the days after, the texts and calls were few and far between. Granted the distance between us probably was an issue. I sent a text here and there but realized if he was still interested he would have texted or called.
A new relationship should be fun.....the ease of texting or talking, the flirting, the giggly vibe I get when I really like a guy, and the smiles and him wanting to text you. I shouldn't be the ONLY one initiating a conversation. I am learning that if after a few messages, the man doesn't feel a spark or interest, to just walk away. On good days I tell myself something I saw once. I should be the one he chases not let get away. And I also tell myself another one will be along any minute.
Till next time,
Christina