Seven years ago I was in love. When that ended, I swore I would stay single until I was over him. By the time I was over him, and ready to start dating again, I was happy being single. I began dating guys and never developing feelings for them. Whether this was deliberate or just a result of being single and happy in myself I don’t know. I met one guy that I had feelings for right away, you remember V? But those feelings were never returned, so we never developed a relationship, I was never even physical with V. Over the years I have continued to date guys that I never developed feelings for, and I was ok with it. Being in relationships with guys that I knew I would never love, allowed me to demand the very best from every relationship. I would joke that all my relationships had a one-month expiration, because that was typically how long they would last. First sight of hormones, and they would be gone, because I didn’t ever care enough to filter my crazy.
I was quite happy dating in this way because it protected my heart. If I never fell in love, I would never get hurt. I could end relationships as soon as I was unhappy about something, and never shed a single tear. I could push them as far as I wanted without ever worrying about them ending it, because I never cared if they did. I am now learning however, that I may have also picked up some pretty bad dating habits by dating this way. I am spoiled, bossy, demanding, controlling and crazy (I’m shamefully laughing as I admit this).
A month ago I began speaking to a guy that I worked with. I had always thought he was cute, so when he added me on Facebook I jumped at the chance to talk to him, even though I was already dating someone (though not exclusively). I knew I was interested in D, and I knew I wanted to kiss him. I had no idea however that dating him would lead to me feeling things that I haven’t felt in seven years. Imagine my surprise when I began falling for him.
I can’t even begin to tell you all the ways that D isn’t my type. But damn if I’m not crazy about that guy! He is the sweetest, sexiest, most hardheaded pain in ass, and I’ve fallen hard for him. He makes me so happy. I miss him when I’m not with him, and I never ever get tired of him when we are together (which is unusual for me). When we spend the night together not only do we cuddle all night, but also I WANT to be cuddling him all night. For those that know me, they know that this is unusual for me even when I’m in love. I don’t like to be touched at night when I’m sleeping, but with D, I’m waking him up if he’s not cuddling me. I don’t recognize myself. And I love it.
So here’s the problem. Like I said, over the years I have picked up some bad dating habits. The difference now, dating D, is that I actually do care if we break up. But I’ve spent so long treating guys a certain way because I don’t care, that I’ve developed dating habits that I must now break. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not horrible, I’m still friends with all of the guys I’ve dated over the years (well kind of) so it’s not like I treated them terribly. And with D, because I have feelings for him, I’m naturally very affectionate and loving.
But remember, I’m spoiled, bossy, demanding, controlling and crazy. These things do not make for a good, lasting relationship built on compromise and selflessness. Things almost ended a few days ago because I pushed D too far with my bossiness and my attitude. I cried which is very unusual for me, I couldn’t even tell you the last time I cried over a guy; I think it was a year ago because of V, and I think it lasted ten minutes. I cried a lot longer than ten minutes at the thought of losing D, and it was a wake up call for me.
D is very understanding of my hormone imbalance; he seems to be willing to deal with the crazy once a month. But I need to work on how I speak to him when I get that way, and do better at filtering the crazy. I need to treat him like someone I don’t want to lose, because losing him is not an option for me right now.
Luckily, I am very self-aware of the bad habits I’ve developed, which means I have a good chance of fixing them.
Perhaps it’s premature to say, but I believe I’ve found something real with D. Our differences scare me sometimes, and I know that it could be a challenge making things work, but I believe we can. I believe D when he tells me he feels the same way I do. I believe that we have a connection that is rare, and therefore we must fight to protect what we have. His family likes me, and my mum likes him (he meets the rest of my family next week, and I know they’ll love him). I think they can see how much we care about each other, so how could they not approve. I realize that I have become one of those soppy people I used to make fun of, but I don’t even care. I’m so happy.
It is of course terrifying to feel this way. Every day I worry about how much it will hurt if this ends. But I don’t care. I wont let my fear of striking out keep me from playing the game. The only thing worse than getting hurt is being afraid to get hurt. I’ve jumped, and there’s no going back now, the only thing I can do is enjoy the fall and hope that I land softly. Love is scary, if it wasn’t a risk, it wouldn’t be as special when it works and it would be easier to find. I don’t know how I will feel in a month or two months, or how things will go. All I know is how I feel now, and this feeling is completely worth the risk. It’s amazing. I’m crazy about him, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make it work (while he’s good to me anyway).
I’m proud of myself for being brave enough to go for it with D. And I’m thankful that he’s so caring and understanding with me. We agree that communication is important to make a relationship work. We will talk through any of our problems and work past them in a healthy way, because we both see value in this relationship. We both want it to work. And we both believe that it can.