An unprecedented turn of events about two weeks ago put me in quite a predicament. You see, it was a Friday night and I was rocking a new little black dress with my fabulous gay friends at a local hotspot. Running into another friend of mine wasn't a part of my plans that night, nor was meeting his friend who just happened to be a total hottie.
I was surprised as to how drawn I was to this guy within seconds of being introduced to him, but I decided not to make it known and just let the attraction slide off my shoulders. Sometimes, however, things don't turn out the way you plan them to. The hottie and I ended up talking for the better part of the night and bonding over our mutual love for Photoshop, as we both use it regularly in our lines of work. Parting on strictly friendly terms the night ended with me driving home wondering why in the world I didn't man up and ask him for his number.
"Oh well... whatever happens happens," was my reasoning. Even though deep inside I felt a sting of disappointment. I was tired of Mr J's wishy washy behavior, his unreasonable jealousy outbursts whenever I went out with my friends, and his lack of willingness to make a commitment to me. Aside from our occasional phone conversations, I felt that our relationship was not progressing anywhere. Feeling at a complete stand still, I made multiple attempts to move on over the last few weeks, and now that I had a reason to move on (i.e. a new interest), I couldn't get the nerve to make a move.
The next day I, unsuccessfully, tried to search for my new crush on Facebook. My attempts were futile as I found hundreds of people with his first name and, alas, I didn't know much more about him than that to modify my search to more specific parameters. Disillusioned, I went back to doing school work, trying to occupy my mind with something other than the haunting ridiculously sexy smile of a ridiculously sexy guy from the previous night.
An hour into my work, my Blackberry lit up with a notification message saying that I received a friend request on Facebook. Wait... it can't possibly be... But it's just too good to be true... I held my breath as I signed on to Facebook... Oh. My. God.
It was HIM!
(Let's call him Mr H from now on)
It felt like a total movie moment. He, somehow, found me on Facebook. Was he attracted to me to? Was I over-analyzing the situation and was he just trying to be friends?
I immediately sent him a message. Unassumingly, yet with a hint of flirtation, I told him that I was impressed with his ability to find people on Facebook. He replied back within minutes and before I knew it, we began conversing back and forth.
Fast forward to today - it's been two weeks since our initial meeting and we'd already gone out on three amazing dates. I was feeling guilty at first as I knew that this guy could potentially replace Mr J in the near future but, little by little, I also began to discover that Mr H was able to deliver all those things that Mr J was too reluctant to.
I am not saying that I am falling for Mr H just yet... but all I am saying is that I am definitely moving on and I am finally excited about a possible future.
A future WITHOUT Mr J.