Standby

Apparently I have a reputation for having difficult time being interested in anyone romantically.

“You’re picky.” “You’re fickle.” “You never like anyone.”

All truths. Guilty as fuck.

So when I open my mouth and recite the words: “Yo. I met a dude.” Please note that I am already weary of sharing this feat of nature. 9/10 I speak way too soon. Naturally everyone goes on high alert with 20 questions anyways:

“Who is he? What does he do? Does he have an IG? Can I see a picture? Yadda. Yadda. Yadda.”

HOLD UP.

To this day no man I have ever been interested in has worked out past a week of texting or a third date. Except for one dude, he knows who he is. Most of the time these men do me the favor of ghosting themselves. That’s cool, they probably would’ve been bigger dicks to me a month or two down the line anyways… I'll accept the quick departures in return for not wasting any more of my time. Also, I need to admit that I have changed my mind about a few of them too. 

Sigh. 

So here I am at the time being… I met a dude.

These opportunities come so far and few between for me that I freak the fuck out. Previous experiences tell me this will lead to nothing. Melissa thinks this dude is actually my unicorn. It's way too soon to say anything. I wish I could just fast forward, but for the meantime...

Standby.