How ’bout one for the road?
Topping off my Haagen-Dazs dulce de leche ice cream I can’t help but think… that didn’t do it. I have something that resembles a hangover, although I did not touch a drop of alcohol last night. I did, in fact, sing karaoke up north… so maybe the high altitude, lack of drink and crazy karaoke singing is the cause, who knows. oh wait! its all coming back to me now…
It has been told to me that aquarians have one true love in their life; I just figured out last night that the man I have been dating for 4 weeks has another in mind. Now, I don’t mean to get ahead of myself, or stir something into the mix that isn’t there, but I can’t help but think that she is the one he wants to be with.
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However that is not why I’m posting today. In my opinion, there are crucial components to a relationship, or even someone you’re dating; one of which is the physical. Now, its one thing if your man doesn’t like or isn’t into PDA, but another thing if he doesn’t enjoy kissing. Period. What is THAT about?!?
I decided to bring it up, being the insecure chick I can be. I told him that even though I already knew he didn’t like being all lovey dovey in public, I didn’t understand why he never kissed ME at all, even when we are alone. His reasoning was that he has always been the “independent” type. So? … That’s it? I’d like to think I am the independent type as well, but no matter how independent someone is, or gets they still have physical needs.
Now, I’m not talking about having sex, or god forbid, making love- I’m talking about a simple touch. Holding hands is an awesome way of telling someone that they are thinking of you without using a single word. Maybe even that they can’t express themselves with words so you need to touch them. But I’m sure that has to do with actual feelings, huh?
He also told me that he does not have any real feelings for me. He has a wall. He has an excuse. He has been burned.
I asked him, why is he making me pay for all of their mistakes? And I assured him that I would never do anything to hurt him. A crack wasn never made. He held up his shield like it was the only thing he had, and I had to accept that.
