Awhile back a dude approached me. He seemed nice, was attractive, and said all the right things. Despite my reservations, we became official. He talked a good game – he was older and divorced but stated he was tired of dating and wanted to re-marry. And was open to having more children (he already has one). So, I decided to be open and give a relationship with him a go. After not hearing from him for 72 hours (yes I called and left a message), I decided that I was done and whatever we had was over. Which apparently was on his mind as well, because he decided to tell me that I could date other people…via a text message. (I swear I can’t make this stuff up.) I feel like he took the coward’s way out. He’s a man of a certain age, so he should at least have been ballsy enough to pick up the phone. Yes, I understand that this may not seem like a big deal to some, but it was for me. Despite the fact I let my guard down and opened up to this man, I told myself that 2016 was the Year of Elle. No dating, no relationships-just focusing on myself and school. They always say that love comes when you least expect it, and please believe I was not expecting this man to walk into my life. However, I should have known to trust my gut. And if that leads to others thinking I’m cynical, I don’t care. I’d rather protect my heart than to look like a fool.
Oh, and the guy from this post….GREAT conversation last night! Because long distance relationships have not worked for him in the past, he will not date me because we live 6 hours apart. Which I’m totally ok with. I said we could just be friends and that would be fine by me. However… he ended the conversation with, “Good night, beautiful”. I had to let him know that that was not acceptable; we’re not dating, and we’re just friends, so there’s no need to blur the lines with terms of endearment.
No more dating for Elle in 2016. I mean it. I am TOTALLY going to focus on me and getting my stuff together for school, my physical health, and my mental capacity. I just don’t have the energy anymore to put into “potentials” that may not go anywhere. Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city!