I have hesitated to write about this, because I don’t want to jinx anything. But, I’ve been dating someone for a couple of months. I found him just when I had truly given up, too. I had deleted all my profiles off the dating sites and decided that I would be better-off spending my evenings and weekends painting, sleeping, or giving the dogs a bath rather than out trying to meet people off the internet.
Isn’t that what they always say, though? You’ll meet someone when you aren’t looking? I actually met him last summer via Match.com, but timing was bad. We reconnected in November and have been seeing each other ever since. I shall call him “The Handyman” because he does laundry, washes dishes, helps me cook, fixes things, etc.
We have a ton of things in common, and our differences are manageable and not a big deal. We even share the same birthday! He and my son get along great. He’s got a great sense of humor. He loves my dogs, and my dogs adore him.
I’ve enjoyed being with Handyman so much that it’s too comfortable. There’s no drama, no conflict, no stress. As a result, I have been secretly waiting on the other shoe to drop. When is he going to finally open up and reveal that dark, ugly, nasty secret that must be hidden there?
Friday night we started talking about how much fun we’re having, and he said “I can’t figure you out… I’m waiting on the other shoe to drop.” I laughed and said I was feeling the same way.
My pal Stephanie told me that instead of waiting for shoes to drop we should just both take off our shoes and have fun. That’s what I’m trying to do.