So, when I saw her last week I was all over the ring and questions about the guy. "You know, it's weird," she said. "I was very happy in my life. I had good jobs, own my own condo, drive a great car, have amazing friends and the cutest dog...I was very happy. He came to me on my terms and has made me want to settle down."
E: "The thing I have realized is that I'm afraid of getting into a relationship like this because I'm scared of making the wrong choice."
F: "Yeah, I was there too. It's different when someone really wants to be with you they are always there, proving it."
E: "True, but I immediately see it as suffocation. The guy does everything he should, just like a movie, and yet I see it as negative, not positive affection, or even that he's working to get my attention."
F: "Yep, sweetie, it's time gals like you and I realize and let go or we will be alone for life."
E: "Wise words, sister, wise words."
And with a quick hug she was off to pack for a trip to warm Mexico the next day with her fiance.
I got to thinking about it a little bit more this week, and I really am proud of myself for being part of something with Steven. Even if it's just to see if there is substance there. If I want to fall in love, or have someone fall in love with me, I at least have to give them a chance. Damn fear! Now I'm at this place where I've been alone for so long that it's what I know; it's safe. I've dated men (subconsciously) who were emotionally and geographically unavailable because I knew it wouldn't go anywhere. Problem is, that with the emotionally unavailable ones, there really are few warning signs. It's not until they tell you they just got out of rehab on your fourth date that you see the RED flag. Yet, ironically, I want to be in a relationship. Go figure!
Moreover, I am having these feelings that tell me to go out with others, try a few other boys on for size, and that could be the fear or "this is your last chance" talking. Since I've rarely been in this place over the last 10 years, I do have this strange, retarded way of thinking that suggests I should only be dating one at a time. This feeling of guilt that I'm going to be the one to do the hurting is somewhat overwhelming, and frankly it's stressing me out. All of it. However, my friends have sage advise on this:
"Date, date, date! Dogs don't chase parked cars"
"Have fun...kisses aren't contracts"I do know something big is about to happen. Last night I dreamt that I was running and jumping into a revine to protect myself from a nuclear bomb blast. I know, c-r-a-z-y. You're thinking "what is going on?" I have to admit that in my life when something is about to change for me I have these frightening, near-death dreams, which I can only explain as a warning that part of me is about to die and blossom into something new, or BIG changes are coming my way. Usually it's tornados (hey, I'm a Kansas girl) or being shot at. When I'm being chased and shot at I know that something needs to change but I am denying it from happening; hence running away from it. Having an understanding keeps me alert and helps me realize when I need to let go. To give up and let God! So you can imagine how I felt when I gasped and sat up in bed, sweating. Nuclear bomb means something pri-tteee serious, me thinks. What? Well, we'll all find out together.
Of course I had to search for the meaning and here's what I got:
"To dream of a nuclear bomb, suggests feelings of helplessness and loss of control. You are experiencing some strong hostility and rage, where it is nearly destructive. Important changes are about to occur. You may also be expressing a desire to wipe out some aspect of yourself. Alternatively, the nuclear bomb serves as an indication that something crucial and precious to you has ended."Precious...like my singledom? Or maybe now I may believe that the process of deciding to move is really about letting go of everything I've held on so tightly to so I can actually grow and receive more blessings....
Why is it that when you answer questions others are created?
In the meantime, there are about 12 pairs of jeans in stack in my closet. None that fit, so I'm preparing myself for an outing of finding the perfect pair to fit my new, wider butt and tummy, for tonight's date with Steven. It's like boys, you have to try on a lot of them before you find the right one.