Maybe it's a maturity thing? Seems like you were well-grounded in your own vibes and what signals you were receiving and processing, perhaps you've got this and you'll know the right guy once he comes along... ;)
This trilogy of stories was written in Dec 2023/Jan 2024, my first dates following the ending of my six-year "little r" relationship. I'm in the process of migrating my Medium writing to Substack, and decided to roll all the dating stories over in order. It's been wild, revisiting these, and realizing the narrative arc of the past two years as it unfolds.
I'm hopeful the right guy has come along. It's too early to say, but a lot about him feels just right... 🥰
I've exchanged messages with several guys, but none want to commit to meeting in person, unless it's for sex, of course. I'll even take a cup of hot cider (I loathe beer, too) and being malled by a pack of dogs if I can get one good date.
Maybe it's a maturity thing? Seems like you were well-grounded in your own vibes and what signals you were receiving and processing, perhaps you've got this and you'll know the right guy once he comes along... ;)
This trilogy of stories was written in Dec 2023/Jan 2024, my first dates following the ending of my six-year "little r" relationship. I'm in the process of migrating my Medium writing to Substack, and decided to roll all the dating stories over in order. It's been wild, revisiting these, and realizing the narrative arc of the past two years as it unfolds.
I'm hopeful the right guy has come along. It's too early to say, but a lot about him feels just right... 🥰
I've exchanged messages with several guys, but none want to commit to meeting in person, unless it's for sex, of course. I'll even take a cup of hot cider (I loathe beer, too) and being malled by a pack of dogs if I can get one good date.
Trade that red hair for goldie locks! Haha.