Again. This is like a deja vu of a deja vu. I can't tell you how often this happens to me. At least 3-4 times.
The nice guy likes me, probably loves me even. Yet he chooses another woman over me. He likes us both, but for some reason... He picks someone else over me
I'm pretty. I'm smart. I'm a good person. I'm a good mom. I'm not a witch or crazy. I'm sexy when I want to be. And I'm funny in an adorkable way.
This one says I'm the best kisser of all time (not the first time I've actually been told that), but he can't continue to date two women at the same time. That it's unfair to both of us. I know he really is into me.
And she was totally not giving him much time of day and was dating other men. She said she wasn't ready and that she always "settles." too early. Then she finds out he's dating me. So noooow she's all ready to be exclusive. I told him that sounds kind of shady. She's been married THREE times. She's had chronic depression her whole life. But they have spent more time together and they both have grown close. I feel cheated because we didn't get much of a chance to get closer.
When we've been together, it's usually around other people or at a movie. When we actually talk, it's been so much fun. When he and I talked about it today, I didn't throw a fit or anything (even though he said it would have been easier), but it breaks my heart that we can't be friends anymore (she won't let me and he knows he would want to kiss me). I hate this because I don't have many friends in this town. I hate feeling like the consolation prize.
Anyway, my first instinct was to come home and devour an entire box of Thin Mints. I just want to eat chocolate ice cream. So I ate an apple instead.
I heard that God will send me the right man at the right time, but honestly I'm tired of waiting. I've been single for a really long time. I'm so lonely here. I don't know many people. And most of the men I meet are just plain creepy. This one was my gala date and is entirely different. He's just normal and sweet and very caring.
I'm tired of not being able to "close the deal."
Why is it that my first instinct was to eat? I wanted to go for a walk, but I could barely see through the tears in my eyes. I'd hate to be crying at the gym too.
How have some of y'all dealt with disappointment/sadness and been able to pull yourself up enough not to scarf down 92340238948 calories?