The dating world is an Observationist’s dream…filled with plenty of freaks, weirdos, and awkward moments.
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MURRAY
I met Murray back in November when I was producing a web series for him. Although he was essentially my boss, I had been working on the series for about a month before actually meeting him. We had a pretty casual exchange, mostly because when I met him I did not believe he was my boss! He immediately took a liking to me, which I enjoyed because it made my job a bit easier.
I was also working with Jim on this webseries (yes, Jim!) and he would tell me every now and then that Murray “loved” me. Given that Murray is about 50 years old, bald, and could be my father, I assumed that his fondness for me remained innocent. WRONG. A few weeks ago, Murray invited Jim and I to be his guests at a benefit that he was hosting for a prominent NYC-based charity. When I told him I would be honored to come as one of his guests, he responded with “I just invited Jim so that I had an excuse to get you there.” Uh-oh.
But luckily Jim was a great date for the evening, and an even better buffer between Murray and myself. Towards the end of the cocktail hour, Murray found his way over to me. I thanked him again for inviting me to the event, and he told me how happy he was to see me. He told me that I make him smile, and that he really did invite Jim just as a ploy to get me there. I cracked a joke, hoping to alleviate the immense pressure and building awkwardness that I was feeling. And right before I walked away, Murray made a point of telling me how beautiful I was looking that evening.
During the benefit, which was a sit-down dinner, Murray came over to Jim and I at our table to chat with me. He told me a little anecdote about the worst date he ever went on. And afterwards he told me he’d love to take me to the theatre with him. After the benefit, Jim and I headed over to the hotel bar with a few other people who had been at our table. Murray, thinking that I had left, sent me the following email:
Subject: In all seriousness…
…I was so glad you could make it. For some reason, or many reasons, you make me smile. Which is nice. Psyched to hang with you. Whenever it is, we’ll call it a birthday celebration.
DYING. I still hadn’t seen this email when Murray found me at the bar. He continued to flirt with me shamelessly, while I did my best to keep my distance, and finally at the end of the night he invited me to come along to an after party with him. I politely declined, and went home to talk to my boyfriend on the phone.
The next day Jim told me he could tell how uncomfortable I had been about the whole thing and mentioned to Murray at the after party that I had a boyfriend. Murray’s left me alone since. Thank god for Jim!
JEREMY UPDATE
I’ve been in a Jeremy blackhole. I am so head-over-heels in love with this man, that I’ve allowed him to completely consume my life. The two of us have been back and forth between New York and Philadelphia so many times in the past six weeks, that I’m almost not sure which city I live in at this point. Because I freelance, I’ve been able to spend extended periods of time in Philly and I’ve totally fallen in love with that city. It’s the perfect mix of metropolitan and suburban—sort of like a more centralized Brooklyn. They’re big patrons of the arts there; the city is covered in giant murals and mosaics, all so charming and beautiful.
Which brings me to what this post is really about: Jeremy asked me to move in with him! And I said yes! I’m going to be moving to Philly! I know it all seems so quick, but Jeremy and I have known each other for so long, and have fallen into this relationship so comfortably and easily that there’s no question about it, no reservations. I know that this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and I can’t wait to share a life and a space with him! I’ve never been more sure about anything in my whole life. We’re going to wait a few months, but I think by November or December I’ll be fully settled in there. Life is crazy and wonderful!
JEREMY
It’s official: Jeremy and I are in love! We had the most wonderful, romantic, pleasure-filled, loving, laughing, happy weekend.
We already knew we would have a great time together because we’ve been friends for so long. I was so nervous when I was getting off the train. He picked me up from the station and the moment we got into the car together, I knew it was going to be amazing. He kept grabbing my hand and kissing it, kept turning to kiss me when we were stuck at traffic lights. That night, he took me out to dinner at this wildly romantic Italian restaurant where they had a piano player in the corner. We drank wine and laughed and the only time he let go of my hand across the table was when he was leaning forward to kiss me. We went back to his place (which is a gorgeous 2 bedroom loft condo with an awesome roof deck) and opened a bottle of champagne and, well, ended up in his bedroom, naked. It was the most wonderful, romantic, loving experience I have ever had. Afterwards we took the champagne upstairs to his loft and got stoned, followed by more sex. Then went back downstairs and proceeded to have MORE sex until about 4am. In the morning we woke up embracing each other and yes, had more sex. Then he ran out to get us breakfast, which we ate outside on his roof deck in the sun. He kept telling me how beautiful I am and how happy he was to be there with me. After breakfast we got back into bed and didn’t get out again until about 5pm. Our bodies just seem to crave each other. We can’t get enough. But we had to eat! So we showered and got dressed and he took me to this lovely little piazza in Philly where we ate at the bar of this Spanish tapas place. The food and drinks were not important, only each other. We were sitting at the bar, but our bodies were turned into each other, legs touching, hands clasped. He kept kissing my hands and arms. We’d peck occasionally. Eventually we noticed that several couples around the restaurant were staring at us. Maybe they could tell that we were in love.
After dinner we went back to his place and drank some wine and got stoned. We made love until our bodies simply couldn’t handle any more and fell asleep holding each other. In the morning, we went for a walk around his neighborhood. It was beautiful. Philly is so charming and lovely. We went to Whole Foods and picked up supplies to make pancakes. He turned on some music while I was in the kitchen and in that moment I knew I was in love with him, and want the rest of my life to be exactly like this, with this man. He ran out to get bananas and when he came back he told me that he could hardly stand to be away from me that long, all he kept thinking about was returning home to his girl. We ate a big pancake breakfast out in the sun on the deck. We found our way slowly back to his bed. He told me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him too! And again, we made love.
He dropped me off at the train station a little before 5pm on Sunday. Leaving him was so bittersweet. We both knew we had to climb out of the blackhole we had been in with each other for the past 3 days, but we didn’t want to leave each other. Everyday that I was there he told me that I am beautiful, that I am everything he’s wanted for so long (almost 10 years!), and that I make him want to be a better man so that he can take care of me and make me happy and make me laugh. We are in love! He’s everything that I’ve been looking for and wanting for so long. He satisfies everything I’ve been hoping to find in a partner, and then some. He is the most amazing man I have ever had in my life, and I am one lucky girl.
JEREMY UPDATE
What a whirlwind this last week has been! After Jeremy left my apartment last Wednesday, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He BBM’d me a few hours after he left me to ask me if it was “too soon to tell you that I had a great time with you? And I’m really happy right now?” I responded back with “not at all! I am really happy too!” Which sort of set off this chain reaction of us not being able to get enough of each other. We talk on the phone everyday; on Friday night we were on the phone for over 3 hours. On Saturday night he wanted to help me get ready to go out and told me to send him pictures of my outfits so that he could weigh in (and get to see my “pretty face”). On Sunday night we spent another 2 hours on the phone and before the end of that conversation we decided that I’m going to visit him in Philly this weekend!
We’re both so excited, we can barely stand it. We’re nauseatingly cute with one another. Today on the phone he told me that he just wants to make me happy and take care of me and make me laugh. I’ve been waiting to hear that from a guy I’ve been interested in dating for so long . He tells me everyday that I am beautiful. He’s been cracking jokes about how he’s planning on spoiling me—my favorite being that he’s going to have to figure out how many rose petals it will take to completely cover the floors of his apartment. The best part is that I know he’s only half-joking. Last night we were joking around about how we made it to our one-week anniversary. We’re totally cute and gross.
I am so excited for my trip to Philly this weekend!! I leave on Friday afternoon and it seriously cannot come soon enough.
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JEREMY
Jeremy and I met during first semester freshman year of college when a tornado passed through our campus and we were evacuated to the basement of our dorm. We lived in the same dorm, but had not yet met. He was funny, and smart, and a bit of a hippie. We were instant friends. And we stayed friends throughout all of college.
But Jeremy always had a crush on me, which I knew and pretended not to. We had so much fun together—we’d drive into Bethesda to see fun art house movies, we’d go to museums together in DC, we’d go out for nice dinners. During sophomore year he called me on Valentine’s Day telling me to come out to his car, he had something to tell me. When I got out to the car, he had flowers waiting for me and lots of Swedish Fish. It was the sweetest thing ever! And one of the only times in my life when I have received a Valentine’s Day gift. But despite all of the attention that he gave me and all of the wonderful conversations that we had over the years, I was never attracted to him.
After college I moved back up to New York and he moved to Philly. He got a good job there, cut his hair, bought some suits and slowly became a grown up. When I passed through Philly this summer for a shoot, he came out to meet me when we were shooting near his office in Love Park. He was adorable! I couldn’t believe how grown up he had gotten. We hadn’t seen each other in over a year—his hair was shorter, he was wearing a cute polo t-shirt and slacks, and he had gotten all muscley. He was so manly all of a sudden! And we picked up right where we left off, as always.
When I came back to New York, I found Jeremy creeping into my thoughts more than usual. We would talk occasionally, but nothing really changed in the dynamic of our friendship.
But this past Tuesday Jeremy texted me telling me that he was in town and he’d love to see me. I had dinner plans with friends, but I told him he should come meet me afterwards, and he did. We had a few drinks and caught up. It was great to see him—he looked as cute as I had remembered him looking in Philly this summer. We walked back to my apartment from the bar, which was a good 30 blocks. It was a lovely evening, and we stopped to admire Lincoln Center as we passed by. It was sort of romantic. We hung out at my place for a while and talked some more. Finally around 1am, we looked up train times and the next train back to Philly wasn’t until 4am. I told him that he should crash at my place, and I wouldn’t take no for an answer. We got into bed together and Jeremy automatically snuggled me into him. It felt wonderful, almost electric. My heart was beating pretty quickly; I knew I wanted him to kiss me, but I also was hoping that he wouldn’t. We’ve been friends for so long, crossing that line is always terrifying. But he did kiss me. And it was wonderful. We made out for a while, and then talked for a bit. He told me that he had been waiting for this moment for almost a decade. He had wanted this from the moment he met me. I didn’t know what to say. So I kissed him again. And then we went to sleep.
In the morning, we made out some more and then I had to take a phone call for work. When I was on the phone, he grabbed my keys and went out to get us breakfast. He came back with a huge and beautiful bouquet of flowers and a grocery bag full of food to cook breakfast for me. He cooked while I showered and when I got out there was an amazing feast set up at my table, with the gorgeous flowers sitting in a vase in the middle of it all. I was so happy, I was speechless.
I suppose it’s sort of complicated because he lives in Philly, although at the same time, maybe that makes it sort of perfect. It’s far, but not too far. He told me he’ll be back in NYC in a few weeks and he’d like to see me again. I told him I’d like that alot. He kissed me goodbye at the door as he was leaving and leaned in to whisper “you are a beautiful, smart, funny, cool girl. I just want you to know that.”
I kissed him again, and he was gone. I’ve been thinking about him. I’m excited for him to come back in a few weeks.
COLIN UPDATE
So, I never got the chance to break up with Colin. It just sort of…fizzled out. My friend Diana thinks that he’s clearly so emotionally inept that he saw it coming and wasn’t even equipped to have me say something about it to him in person, so he just avoided it. Which I suppose makes it easier for me. It’s a clean break, I suppose. No one to blame.
What a weird little affair this all was.
FUCKING MARK
Had the fucking nerve to send me an email last weekend:
oh jeesh hi there-
so you presented yourself in my dream last night (we were trying to get somewhere but running late-story of my life) and i awoke this afternoon in a bit of a panic. i am not contacting you to ask to be your friend or talk about the past or anything like that- i am merely contacting you to say that sometimes i think about you and i genuinely hope that you are doing fantastic. i ask around and people tell me that you are doing great-freelancing on some productions and keeping busy. we spent a lot of time together last year and i would be lying if i said that it didn’t mean a thing to me and that I could pretend that it all never happened.
keep shining.
First of all, I am really happy that seeing his name pop up in my inbox did not force me into a rage-induced tantrum. I’m really relieved that I’ve gained that part of myself back that I thought he had stolen from me. Second of all, reading this just made me think about how selfish he is. I don’t think he sent me this email because he is genuinely a good person with a big heart. I think it kills him to think that someone out there in the big, cruel world doesn’t like him and doesn’t want him in their lives. He has such a strong desire to be liked, to be the good guy. Third, although this email might seem sweet and thoughtful, you have to remember that the last conversation I had with FUCKING MARK was a huge fight over the fact that he apologized to me and I wouldn’t apologize to him, even though he gave me ample opportunity. He then went on to tell me that I’m a terrible person who deserved all the bad things that happened to me. I don’t owe him fucking anything.
And so I’m not responding.
COLIN
Oh, boy. This is the end. At least, I’m trying to make it the end but I’m being a HUGE pussy about it. WHY IS IT SO HARD BREAKING UP WITH PEOPLE?! I have such a complex about hurting people’s feelings/confrontation. I need to get over it!
I knew this thing with Colin was over last week. Last Friday night, I invited him to come out to dinner with one of my best friends from high school and her boyfriend. We had been dating almost 6 weeks and he’d never met any of my friends. I figured it was about time. And we had fun! I was actually surprised. We had great food, great wine and great conversation. He was almost charming. We went back to his apartment afterwards and he fell asleep before 11pm. No sex. Just snoring. And my feelings dipped down again.
The next morning we woke up at 8am. It was the first morning since we have been together where one or both of us had not been working. Colin isn’t very good at relaxing. He’s not capable of hanging out in bed and watching tv, and he definitely can’t sit still to watch a movie or anything. He’s always up and about, always checking his goddamn phone. So we woke up and he suggested that we go to the diner across the street, where, he tells me, he has breakfast every Saturday. When we walked out of his apartment, I noticed that he grabbed the newspaper sitting by his door and instead of tossing it back into the apartment, he tucks it under his arm and brings it with us. Weird, I thought, but I let it go.
When we get to the diner, he suggests that we sit at the counter. Because it’s 8am and I am not a morning person, I don’t fight him on that one, but again, I think it’s weird. So here we are, sitting side by side at the counter at a diner on a rainy Saturday morning, and Colin TAKES OUT THE PAPER AND STARTS READING IT. While I am sitting there next to him. I was so bewildered by this. I could not believe that he couldn’t find ONE question he would want to ask me about myself, who he barely knows, and reads the paper silently instead. I’m not sure if this was a dick move, or if his total disregard for how to treat a woman is the reason why he’s still 37 and unmarried. I’m going with the latter.
But it gets weirder. The next day I found out my grandfather died. And when Colin finally called me that evening and I told him, his reaction was minimal. Granted, I had told him that my grandfather and I weren’t very close, but still, the typical reaction to death is sympathy and softness and he didn’t really exhibit much of either. Didn’t speak to him much on Monday or Tuesday, and then went home for the funeral on Wednesday. Again, no word from him until he was leaving work that night. He left me a brief message in which he at one point told me that he hoped I “had a good day, you know, I mean, as good as it can be with something like that.” Oy. I started telling people that day that I was planning on breaking up with him.
And so here we are. It’s now Friday. I blew him off last night and felt bad about it this morning. So I texted him asking if we could have drinks tonight (figuring drinks are a much easier situation than dinner for breaking up with with someone and peacing out afterwards). But on my way home from work today, he texted me to tell me he was out with his friend, Jermaine. I was sort of pissed. He’s making it virtually impossible for me to break up with him! Not to mention that he hasn’t seen me in a week, the same week the news of my grandfather’s death came. This gave me two options: 1. Go out to meet up with him and Jermaine, suffering through their drunken idiocy, only to tell him at the end of the night when Jermaine leaves that I’m not going home with him because I don’t want to date him anymore, or 2. Tell him that my stomach hurts and I’m not going out. I went with option #2.
Fuck. This means I have to break up with him tomorrow. I WANT TO GET THIS OVER WITH. I feel like a terrible person.
COLIN UPDATE
I know I’ve gone MIA again. It’s a combination of working again and spending alot of my free time with Colin (which has become minimal, because of the working again part). I really like Colin—he makes me laugh, he pays attention when I talk, and he makes me feel a total comfort/serenity when we are together. BUT I’m not totally sure that I feel like we’re actually getting anywhere with this.
We’ve sort of settled in nicely on this middle ground where all we talk about is work and general fluff. It’s easy to be in this place; it’s safe. We’re not totally putting anything on the line, not risking anything. Which is maybe what makes this whole situation so easy and comfortable.
On the one hand, I want to run away from this as fast as I can. I want it to be easy—I want a man who opens up to me, who’s in touch with his feelings and comfortable with who he is as a whole person. I think Colin works too much. I think it’s strange that he has very few books and pictures in his apartment. There’s nothing in his home that screams “THIS IS WHO I AM!” And this worries me. I’ve spent so much of my adult life giving myself over to men who have just sucked the energy out of me, who have needed me to swoop in and lend them a life. I can’t do that anymore. I’m done being that girl.
But on the other hand, I feel really, really good when I am with him. I feel respected by him. And supported by him. Those things are very important to me. Things that I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever. I recognize that I am scared—mostly of getting hurt again, of putting too much of myself on the line again, of losing this person that I’ve become and LOVE so much now. And so I want to run. But I also recognize that I haven’t been great about asking him questions, or about offering up so much of myself either.
The one thing that I am totally sure of, however, is that I want to be in love again. I want someone to seduce me. I want romance! I want excitement! I want to feel like the man I am with is so in love with me it makes him sick to think about life without me! Do these things actually exist? I don’t know. I sure hope so.
CRAIG. OR, MAN-BABY FACE.
Craig and I had plans to grab drinks after work on Tuesday night. After what happened the last time we hung out, I was sort of skeptical, but I figured that after our conversation about how I did not want to date right now he would be respectful and lay off. Around lunch time he asked me if I wanted to meet for drinks at the bar at the Mandarin Oriental at the Time Warner Center. I had never been there and was excited about trying out a fancy new bar!
When I showed up there, however, my stomach turned. There was no “bar” at the Mandarin Oriental. It turns out it’s just a lounge area with big plush couches. I arrived first and found out that Craig had reserved a table. Crap. It was a table right near the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook all of Columbus Circle and the southern entrance to Central Park. Double crap.
Craig arrived and we had a nice time. I tried to play it cool and pretend that we were definitely not out on a date. But at the end of the night, Craig with the Man-Baby Face tried to kiss me. I WAS SO PISSED OFF! Didn’t we go through this the last time? Did he think a few weeks passing and a drink would change my mind? I was so annoyed. And even worse, he seemed PISSED OFF THAT I WOULDN’T KISS HIM!
Who are YOU, Man-Baby Face, that you think I OWE YOU anything?! Who are YOU that you think are are even remotely close to deserving my kiss? Clearly he is someone who is delusional, cause that shit ain’t never gonna happen.
When I got home, I called Colin. I felt awful and sort of guilty and I wanted him to know what had happened. He didn’t pick up. I think he was sleeping.
COLIN
Colin came back from his weekend away on Sunday night, and was too zonked to hang out. He asked if we could reschedule for Monday. I was totally cool with that as I was sort of dreading hanging out with him on what happened to be Valentine’s Day.
The next day, Monday, we made plans to have dinner after work. I had started freelancing at a new production company and had a really terrible day at work. I’ve been in a very strange place, emotionally, and definitely hit rock bottom on Monday. When I got home from work that night, I texted Colin and asked him if we could raincheck because I had such a bad day. I was very aware of how low I was feeling and didn’t want to put any of that on him so early on in our relationship. And I definitely didn’t want to cry to him.
He called me almost immediately, and managed to coax me into talking to him about my day. Of course, I ended up crying. He was amazing though. Totally reassuring and supportive. Managed to get me out of the apartment to come meet him for hot chocolate. We ended up having such a nice night! We drank hot chocolate and talked and laughed. He always gets me to laugh.
At one point I said to him “Ugh, I can’t believe I cried to you tonight like a crazy person.”
To which he responded: “Babe, you’re not crazy. You’re flawless. You’re perfect.”
SWOON! What a good guy he is! I can’t believe I was thinking of running away from this. I think the whole concept of a nice guy who exists in the body of a man I am attracted to and who is stable and caring is so foreign to me that I’m terrified. I’m going to start to love this, and then it might disappear. I know there’s no way to ever know if putting your trust into someone can ever work itself out for “happily ever after,” but I wish I could know that I’ll never have my heart broken again.
JIM IS OFFICIALLY OUT OF THE GAME.
Yes, officially. We FINALLY hung out at a non-work function on Saturday night and I was so turned off by what I saw. I’m amazed he was able to maintain that charade for almost a full year.
We were invited to a party in Brooklyn and decided to go grab a drink at Crocodile Lounge before hopping on the L train to Williamsburg. When he showed up at the bar, I could not get over how strange he looked. He had blown out his hair and gelled it into an almost-mohawk. He wore a long-sleeve Henley (like Michael C. Hall on Dexter!) and a pinstripe vest. It did not work on him as an entire ensemble.
Then we head over to this party, where I start to realize that he’s a total freak weirdo. We have such different perceptions of what is fun/cool/art/interesting. And then I saw him dance. And it officially booted him out of the game. Such a crazy, spastic dancer.
Farewell, Jim. It’s been fun!
FRIDAY IS A GOOD DAY FOR BOYS.
I’ve been sort of anxious about Colin. I’m starting to doubt myself and what I am capable of giving to someone right now. I’m still struggling with figuring out what I need to give myself. I am certainly in no place to settle down and be someone’s wife or mother. I need to be someone’s boss first!
So when my friend (and trainer) Elaine and her boyfriend (and trainer) Roger decided that they wanted to make a love match between myself and one of Roger’s very cute clients I didn’t really protest too strongly. I originally met David a few weeks ago at the boxing gym where we both train (yes, I am a boxer)—he was finishing up a session with Roger and I was just running into my session with Elaine. We introduced ourselves and went our separate ways. Shortly after our meeting, Roger came back over to tell Elaine something. When he walked away, Elaine turned to me and says: “Roger’s client thinks you are so beautiful!” I was totally taken aback. I had barely even noticed him, and besides that, I was in gym clothes, hair back in a sloppy ponytail, no makeup. Why he thought that version of me was beautiful was beyond me. But I sort of liked it. And so Elaine and Roger began plotting, I didn’t fight it. David and I kept bumping into each other at the gym, until finally, on Friday we spoke. When I walked into the building where our gym was and saw him standing there by the elevator I felt momentarily panicked. I wasn’t prepared for that! My first thought was “Dammit, Elaine! You switched my session time on purpose!”
We started nervously chatting about ridiculous things—like Roger and Elaine. We both went upstairs and had out respective workouts. David is pretty fucking HOT. Watching him do push ups was pretty awesome, I’m not going to lie. He has an amazing body, great hair, amazing smile. I was sort of distracted for my entire workout. When we were all done, the four of us stood around talking. David and I ended up sitting down on one of the mats together and talking. He’s got an Aero-Space Engineering degree but felt pressured to go into that field from his family (he apparently comes from a long line of rocket scientists). He “got into wine not too long ago” and now bartends at Bergdorf Goodman (GASP!). Jokingly, I asked him if he could get me a discount and he said absolutely. If I ever want anything for 35% off at Bergdorf’s I should just let him know. LOVE. Before we went our separate ways he asked for my card. I happily gave it to him.
Friday night I met up with Colin for dinner. He had to work late because he was preparing for a weekend shoot up at Hunter mountain. The fact that I knew he wasn’t going to be around for the weekend, Valentine’s weekend no less, was a huge relief to me. I am trying to be conscious of not spending too much time with him. We had a lovely dinner, over which I realized that I’m not sure we have so much to talk about. Colin is consumed by his work, by the industry—I can understand why he’s 37 and unmarried. He’s obsessed with work. After dinner, we went back to his apartment where he packed for the weekend and we watched the Olympics opening ceremonies. It was nice. I feel comfortable with him, I just don’t think there’s much else there.
I don’t think I’m going to panic about this until he wants to have a conversation about what we are, or where this is going. I’m enjoying whatever it is that we are doing right now, but I totally am starting to recognize that I am not ready for this at all. It’s fun to think about playing house, but it’s completely anxiety-inducing to consider it as an actual option. For now, I think I’d like to remain an almost-27-year-old commitment phobe who absolutely adores sexy men. That’s fine, right?!?
MORE COLIN UPDATES
After that party on Tuesday night, I went over to Colin’s. I had the cab drop me off at the Duane Reade near his apartment so that I could pick up some contact solution and a toothbrush. I made it to his door a little after 11pm, and he was sleeping! For the first time since we’ve met (which was not too long ago!) I am starting to feel the age difference between us. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m not working regularly right now? I like to sleep in and stay up late—right now it seems like i’m coming when he’s going and vice versa. But I still feel really comfortable with him. I think we have a nice thing going.
In the morning, I decided to leave the contact solution and toothbrush in his bathroom. When I told him that this was what I was doing he said, “Good!” It’s so easy. No argument, no weirdness, no skirting the issue. In the past, it’s taken me months to get a guy to agree to let me leave stuff at his apartment. Colin only took about 5 dates!
When I began my trek home in the snow (the blizzard had begun!), I started to feel my age. By that, I mean that I started to feel too young and inexperienced to be involved with someone so much older, someone who runs their own business, who is respected in the industry, who is so professionally accomplished. I feel as though I am none of this! And it’s true, I’m not. But, in ten years who’s to say that won’t be the truth?
I guess this whole thing with Colin is starting to shed light on how far I am yet to go in my own career and journey. I’m not sure I know what I’m doing anymore.
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