After the Sunset
Type d'évènement
Caisse locale
Description
An Ode to Emily
More Than Meets The Eyes
Should I Tell Her How I Feel?
The Play Date
Dogs, Cats, and the Art of Dating: Lessons from the Cab Ride
The Colorado Connection That Could Never Be
When Love Feels Like a DIY Project: The Fixer-Upper Dilemma
Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others
Should You Settle?
Is There Hope For The Gender Gap?
Cheating is a Cop Out
The Dance of Second Chances
He starts driving to the restaurant. At the first stop sign, he turns to me, smiles, and says, “I forgot how beautiful you are.” I smile. He says, “I have to ask you, why did you think I had lost interest? That comment really surprised me.”
“Are you kidding? Normally, if over a week goes by without even a text or a voice mail, I assume a man is just not that interested and move on.”
He’s shocked. I smile and say, “I don’t need a call every day, but you need to let me know you’re thinking of me. Look, it’s all about effort. My effort toward you will be in direct proportion to the effort you make toward me. No calls, no texts, no nothing = no Serendipity. I won’t pursue you. Next time, I’ll just disappear on you the way you did on me. Fair?”
He laughs. “Ok, fair. But just to set the record straight, I never lost interest, quite the contrary.”
And so we headed to lunch by the ocean. For 3 hours we dined, talked, laughed, and flirted. Again, conversation was effortless. Like last time, the chemistry was electric. Yet, my guard was up. I was happy to share his company again, but something had changed. The synergy, compliments, honesty, mutual sassing and teasing was not met with the giddiness of hope like before, but instead, replaced with wariness. It still seemed too good to be true.
So I asked him, “Tell me 3 things you like about me, and at least one red flag that concerns you about me.” He replied, “Three things? You’re beautiful, intelligent, and I love your self-confidence. Red flags? None, I don’t see any at all.” I pressed, c’mon, there has to be something. He thought for a while and said, “Perhaps you just haven’t met the right guy yet (he’s smiling and winking), but I can tell you are emotionally disconnected.”
I smiled and paused for a long time. Perhaps because I wanted to cry. I have waited for so long for someone to really see me, I mean really, really, see me. To not fall for the allure of mysteriousness, the act of confidence.
He had just summarized, in one sentence, what my friends and family have been saying for years.
He said, “Oh, I hope I didn’t offend you.” I replied, “No, not at all. You are quite perceptive, actually.”
And there I was, on this beautiful, sunny day, at an incredible restaurant with a breathtaking ocean view. Across from me was a man I enjoyed immensely, a man who clearly liked me, and all I had allowed myself to feel was wariness. What a shame. I had to break out of this cycle, my self-imposed prison of 5+ yrs, a prison built from hurt and disappointment, walls that were supposed to protect me were the very walls that kept me emotionally disconnected, and farther away from the happiness I so desired.
How can you fall in love if you never allow yourself to believe? If you never take a chance? I promised myself at the moment that if I could believe, if only for one afternoon, it was a start. A start to the New Year.
The date ended at sunset. We kissed goodbye, with tentative plans for an evening together this week, and a weekend getaway at the end of January.
Who know what happens after the sunset, but for tonight, I choose an emotional connection, I choose to believe.
More Than Meets The Eyes
Should I Tell Her How I Feel?
The Play Date
Dogs, Cats, and the Art of Dating: Lessons from the Cab Ride
The Colorado Connection That Could Never Be
When Love Feels Like a DIY Project: The Fixer-Upper Dilemma
Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others
Should You Settle?
Is There Hope For The Gender Gap?
Cheating is a Cop Out
The Dance of Second Chances
He starts driving to the restaurant. At the first stop sign, he turns to me, smiles, and says, “I forgot how beautiful you are.” I smile. He says, “I have to ask you, why did you think I had lost interest? That comment really surprised me.”
“Are you kidding? Normally, if over a week goes by without even a text or a voice mail, I assume a man is just not that interested and move on.”
He’s shocked. I smile and say, “I don’t need a call every day, but you need to let me know you’re thinking of me. Look, it’s all about effort. My effort toward you will be in direct proportion to the effort you make toward me. No calls, no texts, no nothing = no Serendipity. I won’t pursue you. Next time, I’ll just disappear on you the way you did on me. Fair?”
He laughs. “Ok, fair. But just to set the record straight, I never lost interest, quite the contrary.”
And so we headed to lunch by the ocean. For 3 hours we dined, talked, laughed, and flirted. Again, conversation was effortless. Like last time, the chemistry was electric. Yet, my guard was up. I was happy to share his company again, but something had changed. The synergy, compliments, honesty, mutual sassing and teasing was not met with the giddiness of hope like before, but instead, replaced with wariness. It still seemed too good to be true.
So I asked him, “Tell me 3 things you like about me, and at least one red flag that concerns you about me.” He replied, “Three things? You’re beautiful, intelligent, and I love your self-confidence. Red flags? None, I don’t see any at all.” I pressed, c’mon, there has to be something. He thought for a while and said, “Perhaps you just haven’t met the right guy yet (he’s smiling and winking), but I can tell you are emotionally disconnected.”
I smiled and paused for a long time. Perhaps because I wanted to cry. I have waited for so long for someone to really see me, I mean really, really, see me. To not fall for the allure of mysteriousness, the act of confidence.
He had just summarized, in one sentence, what my friends and family have been saying for years.
He said, “Oh, I hope I didn’t offend you.” I replied, “No, not at all. You are quite perceptive, actually.”
And there I was, on this beautiful, sunny day, at an incredible restaurant with a breathtaking ocean view. Across from me was a man I enjoyed immensely, a man who clearly liked me, and all I had allowed myself to feel was wariness. What a shame. I had to break out of this cycle, my self-imposed prison of 5+ yrs, a prison built from hurt and disappointment, walls that were supposed to protect me were the very walls that kept me emotionally disconnected, and farther away from the happiness I so desired.
How can you fall in love if you never allow yourself to believe? If you never take a chance? I promised myself at the moment that if I could believe, if only for one afternoon, it was a start. A start to the New Year.
The date ended at sunset. We kissed goodbye, with tentative plans for an evening together this week, and a weekend getaway at the end of January.
Who know what happens after the sunset, but for tonight, I choose an emotional connection, I choose to believe.
Début de l'événement
28.01.2022
Fin de l'événement
30.01.2022