So as some of you may know, I mentioned in passing I had recently split up with my bf of 5 years...
I'm not looking for anyone because I think it never happens when you're looking for it. So anyyyyway... Last summer I met a guy who shares mutual friends with me. He pursued trying to get me to go to dinner with him, but after realizing I had a bf he backed off, and we've just been friendly with one another. So I see him out a couple of weeks ago and he mentions something about the bf and I correct him and tell him I'm single now. So he says he will give me a call...
3 days pass, nothing. Then Friday I go to meet up with some friends and hes there. He went to the place I usually hang out in hopes of seeing me because he realized he didn't have my number anymore. I thought, that's kind've impressive to put in that kind of effort...since then he's stopped in to the dental office I work at, (which he's also a patient but hasn't been in 5 years) ...he brought me coffee and made an appt for me to clean his teeth. When he showed up for that appt he brought coffee for everyone in my office. He's been so polite, and generous and acts like an actual gentleman....I guess my problem is, I'm soooooooo not used to having anyone put real effort into any type of relationship with me!!
Do you ladies ever feel like that? Like its almost not deserved, I almost feel like, why me? I'm not really special enough to have anyone chase after me, especially someone who's not your usual skeevy loser. He has a good job, he's a county sheriff, just bought a new house, no kids, never been engaged or married. Almost too good to be true.
I just don't know what to do! How do you ladies conquer your inner demons? I just feel so self concious about everything. Like maybe I'm good enough now until something thinner and prettier comes alone. I feel like I'm sabotaging anything before it even starts because I'm so cynical and negative!!
....sorry that was a looooong rant. I just had to get it out, and felt you guys might understand where I'm coming from.


