At the end of 2014, I met a guy. We spoke, we laughed, we joked, but we didn’t take things seriously, and eventually, we stopped communicating. Or maybe I didn’t take things seriously. He was significantly younger than me, plus he lived 6 hours away. Not to mention I wasn’t really focused on dating since I had way too much going on in other aspects of my life. Fast forward 5 months, and we start talking again. During the month of July we hangout for an extended amount of time. What I thought might be awkward wasn’t. It may have been the most comfortable I’ve felt with a man ever. It was at that time, homeboy realized he was serious about me. Like REALLY serious. And as TyAnthony likes to accuse me of, I enjoyed the attention, I’ll admit. And I have been known to date men because of how much they are in to me and not necessarily because I’m into them. So, I had to think and reflect – did I like this guy? If I did like him, was it genuine? Or, once again, did I like him based on how much he liked me? And, did I even want to like him?
I have been known to keep a wall up. I thought this was something only I knew, but TyAnthony and Antonio called me out on it. So, after awhile, I decided if homeboy was going to be serious, I was going to be serious, too. Let my guard down, be open and honest, and lay my cards on the table. So I am slowly giving him all of me.
So far so good, although two potential things (well really one) almost put a halt on things. Well, maybe they were more to serve as a distraction. First, a few weeks ago, I met a man while I was out with my linesisters. We struck up a conversation, exchanged numbers, and made plans to hang out. We danced, and his parting words were, “I’m not looking to be your friend. I’m looking for my life partner.” Well, seemed like I was batting 1000 because you all know I like to keep my options open. Sad to say, after one outing, ol’ boy disappeared. Honestly, it was probably for the best as he has one non-negotiable that is at the top of my list. The second distraction was an old beau that called out of the random blue. (I probably should change my phone number.)
In any event, I decided to be open. I had to tell myself, “Elle, if this man is really into you, he’s telling you the right things, more importantly DOING the right things, give him a chance and be open.” So, that’s what we’re doing. Yes, I told him about this blog, but I doubt that he has read it yet. (Just my luck he’ll read this post.) Anyway, wish me luck. I am excited to see what happens. Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city!