When it comes to dating...I quit.
No more of the typical make-myself-go-to-a-social-activity, where I have to meet guys and try and be social.
No more going-on-a-date-and-realizing-I'm-not-interested and the whole trying-to-be-honest-but-not-wanting-to-hurt-someone
No more dang-it-you're-really-wonderful-but-you're-not-the-right-one-for-me.
Oh, and definitely no more of the I'm-really-interested-in-you, but I-just-realized-you're-not-interested-in-me.
No more nights of thinking, "Wow, why am I not on a date?"
No more nights of thinking, "Wow, why am I on this date?"
Two words. I QUIT.
2 comments:
hate to break it to you, missy, but you can't quit. If I can't quit, YOU can't quit...and I can't quit.
Hang in there. I hear it all makes sense someday (that's what I hear).
xoxo
I love you. But for the record if you want my advise.... Quit. Just do it. Quit. Take a break. I give you permission to not feel guilty when it's a Friday night and you aren't out on a date. I give you permission to not go to the lame dance party even though you know you should. (Although I don't think anyone EVER should go to them.) But honestly, I dare you. Quit. Because the wonderful thing is... with time, you will want to go out again. You will want to try.
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