For the past few months I had been on a dating hiatus. After the last guy I dated I figured that I needed a break from dating. In fact the last few people didn't work out and I felt that I saw the signs and chose to ignore them. As a result, I decided to step out of the dating game. I focused on myself and other things and didn't deal with the drama that comes with dating.
That was until I met this new guy. He is like a breath of fresh air. He is sweet, funny, intelligent, and super handsome. His spirit is as attractive as his physique. He is a guy that makes me smile. We can talk for hours about anything and everything. He is a man that is a good father. I wouldn't say that he completes me, because I don't think that it takes a man to make you whole. But he inspires me to do better and be better. We are compliments of each other.
But then that crazy girl syndrome thing kicks in. Suddenly his non-response from a text has gotten me acting all kinds of dumb. I got paranoid. I assumed the worst, I mean I am a realist/worst-case scenario kind of person. So I immediately think that I have done something wrong because heaven forbid that he could actually be busy. But after a few days of his silence I realized that I have all these insecurities that are bubbling up to the surface. I realized that in some of my past relationships that I was so scared of doing/saying the wrong thing or not being the annoying/clingy girl that I actually become a self-fulling prophecy.
I hope that we can get past this snafu. That he will remember all of the good in me, as I remember in him. I hope that this is a lesson learned rather than a goodbye. I take partial responsibility but not all. I think relationships are about communication, openness, and honesty. All things that we said we would practice. But alas nothing is promised, nothing is guaranteed.
I wish I was that cool girl. That girl who let's things slide. The girl that doesn't worry. The girl who doesn't overthink. That girl who doesn't assume the worst when her man doesn't call her back. I wish my thoughts didn't play like a record on repeat in my head. But I am just not that girl. I hope that I won't always be. I hope that in the future when this happens I won't let it get to me, that I won't create a problem that isn't there. In the meantime, I am going to work on myself and strive to get this crazy-girl syndrome out of my system. I just hope that I don't have to go at it alone.