(If anyone knows me well enough, you know that I am a pretty private person with my love life. To write this is a pretty big deal ( at least to me,) and part of my healing process. I don’t love sharing my feelings to the whole world. I also try to not let any guy get me too upset in public. I think it’s the best this for me to finally let this go and just write about it. Here we go…)
Since I’ve been in Austin, I was talking to a certain guy. This was until recently where I was told, ” I don’t think I could ever be in love with you.” We had been talking for about 6 months. Now that I really analyze our dating situation, I should have let that ship sail out to sea months earlier. I had a really tough time coping with the break up for a bit. I made a fool out of myself asking him (after one too many beverages,) ” why do you feel that way” and ” I think you’re making a huge mistake.” He responded with ” I may be making a mistake but I just don’t feel the way you do anymore. I’m sorry. I do hope we can be friends again sometime. I’d hate to never see you again” I never truly grasped the concept of “not feeling the same way for you” until recently when I was cast back into the dating ocean of Austin again.
I like to think I am a “date-able” person. I meet people all the time. They’re nice, fun, have good jobs, and seem like “good catches.” But here’s my “catch” , I’m just not that into them. Like my ex-man friend’s feelings for me, I don’t feel what they feel for me. It’s a terrible realization. I finally understand what he said to me that sad early AM time during SXSW week. You can want to like a person romantically but if you don’t feel that way, it will never reach that point. It’s depressing but true.
So, Here is the million dollar question…How do you win the game of L-O-V-E ?
The answer is pretty simple. All you do is get back on that horse! Go out with your friends and have fun dammit. Nobody is going to want to hang out with a miserable person. (It will never give off a great first impression anyway.) It’s just a break up, not WWIII. I truly believe there IS someone for every person. I’m going to forget the bad and just live it up. There’s no need to cry over spilled milk when there’s a whole fridge full of it in front of me.