I was recently introduced to someone by a friend of a friend. And it probably couldn’t have come at a better time.
After the last fail, it made me wonder if I wanted to even put myself out there. Not that I was in love with last person. It was just the fact that I let go of being scared of being hurt. I let myself be vulnerable feelings-wise, to an extent
Being vulnerable stung a bit after she said she was done. It was on my mind for a few days. Do I really want to be vulnerable again. And the answer is yes. She didn’t break my heart. She just didn’t want me. She didn’t want a relationship.
I thought about it and it really is her loss. She won’t know what she lost. She may not even care. At least right now. Back to my point. I deserved better than what she was willing to give me. I deserved someone better. The way I look at it, I’m ready for something real. I’m ready for someone to take a piece of my heart. I’m wanting to be in someone’s heart as well. Have I found it in this new person? Too soon to tell. I have yet to take her out. Work has been busy, and I’m in the middle of a home show. But I’m being patient.
Next week is my birthday. I hit 36. She is 25. The age difference, it scares me a bit. It is only a number. I think once I meet her, I’ll be able to tell.
She has been through hell and back. But she isn’t afraid to put herself out there. She has an amazing voice and loves to sing. I’ve listened to her cover songs. We text a lot. I try my best to keep her mind off of what she is going through. But for her age, she is pretty strong. Next weekend I’m taking her to dinner. I’m really looking forward to it and she is as well.
The pace of this, is probably suited best for me and her. It’s slower than what I’m used to. I’m perfectly ok with that. The best thing so far is, she likes me, she is ready for a relationship and knows what she wants in someone. So far I fit the bill.
Nice and slow, it should work this time.