Dating sucks. It really does.
First dates = A ball full of nerves about whether it will go well, what will we talk about, etc.
Then if you actually like the guy, you get to worry about getting a phone call. And if not, you still worry about it because you know you have to let the poor sap down.
Dates 2 through who freaking knows how many? = This is where I am. Things are going well, but if you are someone who dating generally doesn’t go well for, there is the constant worry that it’s all going to end.
Things seem to still be going well with me and The Coworker, but I’m starting to have spells of worry. At first, seeing each other once a week was good for me. Too fast equals scaring me off. But as I begin to like him more and more, I’d like to see him more and more and it’s still only once a week. I haven’t seen him in a week and two days and my god, it seems like a month! I’ve been worrying because I’ve been suggesting times/dates to hang out and he hasn’t been able to for various reasons. Not sketchy reasons by any means, so that’s good. He’s been legit out of town on vacation twice this week. But it’s been me doing all the asking. So I stopped. Knowing he went out of town again yesterday, and us not going a day without texting since we met, I wondered if he’d text me today.
It was a test. And he passed. And he was his usual flirty self, which calmed me a bit. But geez… I hate the uneasy feeling of dating. I haven’t dated someone past 5 dates in a couple years, and not many times in total even then, so I’m always unsure.
Speak of the devil… He just texted me as I’m writing. Calm down girl! Calm the eff down!