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I just am not interested.
I wonder what the h*ll happened?
I know I really miss my friend who had the brain hemorrhage.
And that the guy I dated for the past 4 months was, even though he said he was 'nice', and he was certainly cute and could be charming and act sensitive...was way too often dismissive and narcissistic and a f*cked up pothead.
But now I am just Not Interested in dating. The process of dating. The actual dates. Nada. I'd rather go out for a beer with my guy friend, go to my Argentine Tango classes/practices, or read into the late hours then take my neuro med and sleep or go to the movies by myself. I can't really get enthusiastic about any other kind of life than the one I'm living right now. I like getting up in the morning and not having to deal with another adult. And sleeping in my own bed. I wonder if my last relationship just pushed me over the edge. I think it's that no matter who I meet, they have some idea of how they want me to be, who they want me to be...and it's just so far off the mark that I just don't even really want to try to bridge that gap. With my boyfriend who had the brain hemorrhage, we were friends for nearly a year before we started dating, so he knew me pretty well, and loved me anyway.
I know I dated this last guy in an attempt to get over the guy who had the brain hemorrhage, and now I'm right back where I started. Oh, well. I thought I could be logical about this, but there's no logic to it at all.
I'm not the kind of person who can just have a relationship for relationship's sake. I really did like the f*ck-up, which was dumb. He's a hassle. I hope now that I've unfriended him he doesn't start calling or whatever.
I wonder what the h*ll happened?
I know I really miss my friend who had the brain hemorrhage.
And that the guy I dated for the past 4 months was, even though he said he was 'nice', and he was certainly cute and could be charming and act sensitive...was way too often dismissive and narcissistic and a f*cked up pothead.
But now I am just Not Interested in dating. The process of dating. The actual dates. Nada. I'd rather go out for a beer with my guy friend, go to my Argentine Tango classes/practices, or read into the late hours then take my neuro med and sleep or go to the movies by myself. I can't really get enthusiastic about any other kind of life than the one I'm living right now. I like getting up in the morning and not having to deal with another adult. And sleeping in my own bed. I wonder if my last relationship just pushed me over the edge. I think it's that no matter who I meet, they have some idea of how they want me to be, who they want me to be...and it's just so far off the mark that I just don't even really want to try to bridge that gap. With my boyfriend who had the brain hemorrhage, we were friends for nearly a year before we started dating, so he knew me pretty well, and loved me anyway.
I know I dated this last guy in an attempt to get over the guy who had the brain hemorrhage, and now I'm right back where I started. Oh, well. I thought I could be logical about this, but there's no logic to it at all.
I'm not the kind of person who can just have a relationship for relationship's sake. I really did like the f*ck-up, which was dumb. He's a hassle. I hope now that I've unfriended him he doesn't start calling or whatever.