Last evening, I ran into a guy I hadn’t seen in some time. He and I had been friends and then dated briefly in the somewhat recent past. We agreed early on that the chemistry wasn’t there, and we didn’t pursue a deeper relationship. So, we greeted each other last night with the conventional “catch up” questions.’After we’d talked awhile, things got quiet as we both reflected within our separate spaces and preoccupations. Then, seemingly out of the blue, this guy turned to me and said “You are a good person, [name]”. When he said it, he looked squarely at me–even if only for a moment. By his expression, I could tell he meant it sincerely: It was a compliment. It wasn’t pity. He said this to me following a conversation about the Mars – Venus mystery, during which I told him that I felt that I was not the enigma in this scenario. I had admitted to this guy that I just don’t understand what men want. Even though I’d had what I felt was an extremely successful first date this past weekend – and I sensed that the feeling was mutual, the guy seems to have disappeared. (Maybe he’s encountered an explosive device within the past week. It’s as if he’s vanished in a pink mist.)
I was grateful my guy friend seemed to care enough to say something that could make me feel like all isn’t lost. After all, he knew almost as well as I did that my date from this past weekend was my first date in at least two – and possibly three – years. (In other words, it has been so long that I don’t really know how long it has been since my last date....I think you know how that is.)
Okay, so I’m happy that I’m not thought of as a “bad person” (by at least one person in this world, anyway). The question I have swirling around in my head like an F5 tornado is “Why isn’t it getting me anywhere in my love life?”
