Taking dating to the next level
” I’m talking about what people really think about the relationship put-off that’s as old as the hills: “I’m too afraid/nervous/scared to take the relationship to the next level.” Decoded, what does this statement really mean? While generalizations are often wrong or highly embellished, it is true that many men feel afraid of commitment and emotional intimacy in a way that many women don’t.
To start at the beginning, click here -- or jump right in at date twenty-six below. Dates one, two, three, & four with TO were all spectacular successes full of fun slash conversation.
) -- he finally goes in for the proverbial home run.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, for my feelings of post-Friday whoreishness) things don't exactly... When I wake the next morning, we're on opposite sides of the bed, and I immediately feel kind of weird slash sort of abandoned.
I tiptoe out to grab some water, and find him in the middle of the bed upon my return. (All feelings of abandonment are immediately vanquished.) We return to super snuggly dreamland.
I choose to forego earnestness in favor of self-deprecation, tossing out a couple zingers that revolve around my awkwardly broad shoulders and incessant need for attention. Apparently everyone hates her because she totally f*cked him over slash was dating other guys while they were together.
It sounds like he's got me on a standard-sized pedestal, which is always a great sign? TO and I obviously aren't at the whole relationship point yet, but this conversation is still making me a little uncomfortable. after telling me he's never made out with someone like this/or this much -- or at least not in, like, five to ten years (big range, much? He promptly dismisses both, stressing my femininity amongst other excessively redeemable traits. A Friday night flashback hits with the force of a mid-size vehicle. What that first glance belies is the adult child's wonderland that awaits upstairs. Honda-Ya is a yummy sushi place inside what appears, at first glance, to be a deserted mall, straight out of a horror movie.
The [late] morning [eventually] proceeds with breakfast -- this time around, he has black tea in his cupboards, presumably purchased with me in mind. Take a quick detour with me to life inside my house with my four-year-old daughter and a six-year-old son.