In which I talk about the importance of not waiting too long.
Well, if you’ve been following me for a while and read my older personal posts, you probably know that my romantic life was mostly consisted of waiting too long and being friends too long with my romantic interests. They move on, and I kick myself, up until only the last few years.
But there was one in particular that I don’t think I’ve mentioned before. This wasn’t too long after my now-ex and I started having problems and I was trying to start something new and didn’t know how.
There was a cute girl at my workplace. She was in a different department so it was cool in terms of work-policy, and I made a point to show my interest. I’d always visit her while she was closing up, or in the morning when she started (I worked nights) and we texted and did get along. She took a trip to visit family in Colombia but we were still texting while she was there. She would text about how pretty the stars were up in the mountains where she was, and so on. She once drew something nice on my hand. She was, in many ways, a really sweet girl.
So what happened that made it not happen? Well when she came back somehow it just didn’t… work anymore.
If I had to hazard a guess, though, I think I hit that dangerous middle zone where I’m afraid to move forward despite having gotten that far. It’s that point where you’re kind of afraid to show too much interest for fear of rejection even though you’re spending lots of time… you know?
I think the energy we’d previously had kind of died out within a week or two. We just didn’t get along like we’d expected to, but I suspect that if I’d been more actively invested in nudging it along, instead of second-guessing myself and hanging back, it might have worked out alright.
And, when you think about it, I had no reason to second-guess myself. I should’ve remembered that she was interested at least at first.
I’m remembering this now because I’m sort of around that stage again. And I just have to remember not to get stuck in it.