A New Date
So on the weekend I went out on a date.
(Not with BB - with another fella who'd been asking me, and who is just nice and respectful and kind and funny and sweet to me. It was a bit of an attempt to get over the whole sitting at home whining thing I guess - after all that hasn't exactly worked for me. And it becomes ever clearer that despite my love of BB, we aren't going to make a go of it. We just are ripping each other apart in stages. And thats horrible. This is a pleasant alternative. So I said yes. And I did tell BB prior to going, so that he wouldn't find out from someone else.)
So I went on a date.
A no shit, get dressed up, pick me up from the house, make reservations at a lovely restaurant, pay for my dinner (I know, I know, but I did the going on a date thing that we were all discussing a while back and let him), make entertaining small talk, date.
It was great. We had a great time.
Until we got home and we got to talking and then he mentioned that he wasn't really sure if it was the right thing, because, you know. People were talking.
Excuse me?
We aren't going to go out because other people might know that we are going out?
Right. Well. Apparently.
So here is my question to you.
What would it take for you to stop seeing someone that you fancied?
(and we are going to presume that since he's known me for years, been asking me out for months and had previously taken me out for dinner, and spent vast amounts of time in my company prior to this last evening, that the issue is the talking, and not some inherent problem with me, and that he really does fancy me as he still claims.)
(because anything else is far too punishing on ones already broken and weeping self esteem)
