I sent this to him the next day. He wasn’t humored…
uh oh. It was going to take more than a “little” charm.
He was really hurt, and angry.
I’ve always wanted a guy who would put in the work for me. I just haven’t wanted to do any real work myself.
That’s kind of an eye-opening realization from this experience. Not one I am particularly proud of… But good to know nonetheless…
Something is different here. I know he is special. I know I want to be with him.
I did, and I’m doing… The work.
You know… the stuff of real relationships.
It wasn’t charm that worked. It wasn’t being funny or cute. Or sexual.
It was being real.
The kind of ugly cry where you don’t look or feel pretty. Runny make up and nose. Trying to talk and you can’t really.
Feeling like your going to be sick.. and that your heart is literally going to break.
I don’t know what the future holds. I find that terrifying.
I only know that I’m willing to take the risk… because the not trying and never knowing is even more terrifying this time.