…but there’s always a catch.
So, I recently met this boy. A boy I ended up quite liking– almost instantly. Which is so not me. I’m usually all “meh, whatevs. I’ll guard my heart while I see where this goes.”
But this one was different.
Handsome. Ridiculously so. I mean, like, you are so not even in my league handsome. And tall. And built. And bearded. And tattooed. And smart. And employed. And plays volleyball. And likes sports. And a really good kisser. And SINGLE.
And the sex?
Really good. We’re talking 3-hours-and-multiple-times good.
And for some inexplicable reason, he seemed to find me attractive too. Enough that it gave me a brief moment of hope. Blinding hope.
I blame my lonely heart, really. It’s rare that I meet a boy I’m truly smitten with, especially so quickly. Because it happens so infrequently (even less so with every passing year) that when it does occur, I get stupid.
The “potential” sort of blinds me and my mind starts running forward with ideas of “I could bring this one home to meet the parents”. Or “I can see us together at cocktail parties, or in public, sharing a glance and I would know that for some reason this hot guy chose me.”
But there’s always a catch.
This boy comes with a drawback or two. Nothing quite deal-breaking, but nothing idyllic either. And enough that it challenges me to reexamine myself and what type of relationship I would accept.
Or at least it would but he’s already done me the favor (and it is a favor really) of being honest with me and explaining that he isn’t available for a relationship right now. He has some personal, life-type things to focus on at the moment, and I get that.
Completely, totally, 100% get it.
And I am not nearly so selfish (no matter what y’all say) that I would want him to sacrifice his life goals in order to date me. I mean, geesh. I’m not THAT shallow, crushingly lonely and desperate. (Almost, but….)
But I will say the Universe can suck a big bag of dicks for this.