Have you noticed that I haven't written many updates about past dates on here lately?
I wonder why that is?
It's all TubaDad's fault.
We've spent a fair amount of time together. Mostly him making me dinner, watching some movies, going out to eat, and strolling around.
And all those other guys that I went on dates with don't seem to matter much anymore. Their crazy texting/calling antics and rudeness has all disappeared with the sweetness known as TubaDad. (I wish I had named him Dulce. It defines him better and on our first date we had Dulce de Leche Caramel Cheesecake at The Cheesecake Factory.)
I didn't expect to like him as much as I do. But I really do like him. And that is scary for me to verbalize (or write in this case) because sometimes I stand in that place of fear- the "what if it doesn't work out". Well, if it doesn't work out I will be sad and I'll move on a better person for having putting my heart out there. I try to hop right back out of that fear-based circle every time I find myself there. There is one thing for sure. If I don't give it a go with my whole heart then I'll never know.
And I think my Dulce de TubaDad is worth any amount of heartache I may or may not have to experience down the road.
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