So, I was in a relationship (when I say ‘relationship’ I mean of any kind; the man behind the counter at the corner store and I are in a relationship.. it’s only a Hi, how are you? and see ya later type thing but it is a relationship nonetheless), so this 'relationship’ which I thought was developing into a romantic one turned out to not be what I hoped for, or what I was putting in the effort to have it be. Anyway, you know what? That’s ok!
Well, in focusing on what I thought was in front of me, I shied away from, or declined, the advances of gentlemen callers (there were a few). Why? I suppose as to not get my feelings confused. Playing the field is something that I fear. Fear of falling for more than one guy; fear of hurting someone; fear of having to keep secrets about whom else I’m dating; fear of being labelled easy or a slut. Plus, I do like to see where things are headed when I feel something is right. If it doesn’t work out, then I take a break and move on.
Playing the field seems to work for others and they enjoy the meeting different people. Not saying that I don’t enjoy meeting guys; I’m just unsure if I’m emotionally equipped for this ball game. I could be missing out something though. Putting all my eggs in one basket while suddenly the road has become a cobblestone street, it’s night time, dark, and I’m walking in stilettos, what do I do?
It’s time to put myself out there! There plenty of men, and plenty of baskets *blush*
Don’t you think?
