Honey, in my dating years, I swear I must have been hanging out by the jailhouse door to have found the collection of losers I let my heart get trampled by.
I had decided that I wasn't going to date anymore when I met my husband thru friends - I thought he was married, and liked him, immensely. And respected him. Then I found out he was single, and sorta looking. I fell apart.
But he was kind and patient - we'd go out for coffee, or a walk, to talk. We did this for 6 months. I kept waiting for Door #2 to open, so the real scuzzy person would pop out.
Our first real out in public good-night kiss date was Halloween. We moved in together in January, and got married in April.
Relax and see how you feel. Take it slow, and never go faster that your gut feels comfortable doing.
This Halloween will be 19 years since our first date.
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