so the dude ended it early September; told me he couldn't do long distance, couldn't get in any deeper emotional involvement, he was starting to feel pangs of jealousy over the stories I shared about other dates, even kissing another girl. we were supposed to be seeing other people, were we not? apparently it wasn't working for him for ME to have a life apart from him and he was pining away too much on his own. I was always pining too, but I figured it made sense to have a social life if we were separated by so much distance.
my heart was broken; utterly crushed. so I snapped. a man sent me a message from a dating site a few days before I last saw Dude; when I returned home I replied with a brief message and we started corresponding. I gave him my number, he called me, we went on a date, and we've been "seeing each other" ever since.
he's the Anti-Dude. he's literate, well-spoken, attentive, and TOTALLY INTO ME. I've never dated anyone this "nice" for this long. usually I run screaming after a few dates when a man is THAT interested in me. it's a Groucho thing. I have resolved to myself to stick it out a bit and take time to get to know him for a few months...maybe six. and as time has passed, I find I like him more and more. I'll add that he's SUPER good-looking, sexy, "skilled" and all that other good stuff. he has an amazing physique.
people who like themselves don't reject people who like them. I keep reminding myself of that.
