"And I never got comfortable... But the thing I learned from the whole Charlie debacle is that you gotta punch your weight."
Tonight I just ended this not-really-dating sort-of-seeing-each-other thing with this guy, and oddly enough, it's mostly just a big relief. Have you ever spent a month trying to figure out what to say to someone when the overall thought going through your mind is, "why is this guy spending time with me? He's out of my league, and I'm acting like an idiot..."?
The weirdest part about the whole thing was that while he was great on paper, in reality it was boring. He bored me, I was never interesting, and we didn't have anything to talk about. I'm sure he was interesting with other people, but... wow. Boring. If I could take the last guy I dated, and this one, and put them together, I'd probably have the perfect man.
Something else I realized last night was that I've only spent six months out of the last five years in a committed relationship. I'd like to say that's because I never really met people I wanted to commit to, but I wonder if there's something wrong with me. My most prevalent thought, though, is that I'm getting to be done with this whole dating thing. Can't the perfect man fall into my lap, woo me, and make it so all I have to do is say "yes" at the right times?
