We went on our first date, it was romantic and he was the perfect gentleman.
There used to be this romantic trope that the third date is the dinner at home date.
I was honest, I was transparent, I was vulnerable.
I went to the coast for a few days alone, not only did I not miss having company — I didn’t want it.
This isn’t hyping up grind culture. Busy isn’t just task oriented. This is advice from my ex-F/ck boy dad.
From someone who is almost always on guard.
Don’t they say out of sight, out of mind?
We met for drinks on a Wednesday. I fell in love on a Sunday.
At one point in my life, I gave everyone all of me.
Exactly one year ago, my earth as I knew it completely shattered.
When I think about the next step in anything, I get stressed. So stressed that I forget what I’m doing in life currently.
And we finally went on our first date.
I put on my best jeans, the cutest button down shirt and my signature red lipstick for a man that may not appreciate the subtle nuances in my looks that are catered for me to look my best.
Their work is always their alibi.
Here are a few hints.
When I explain this all to my close male friend — it still doesn’t click. “Why can’t you just let men do things for you to make them feel better about themselves?”