“I Carry you,
I pray for you more than I pray for myself,
When you’re away for more than an hour,
I cant stop thinking about you,
And when you smile, my world is alright.”
Totally stolen from Tyler Perry’s “Diary of a Mad Black Woman” but its how I feel! I’m in love with love!
So its been 3 weeks, 1 day, 5hrs, and 5 minutes since I last saw her. Lets call “her” Bette. Bette message me on a dating website, in which I didn’t respond simply because she only had one photo posted that I wasn’t to fond of. Guess that sounds pretty shallow, but its true. It wasn’t until I was checking other messages that I found she had changed her profile picture and added several other pictures that I found pretty intriguing… So I messaged her back and that was the beginning of the end.
It was late summer, the perfect time to start dating. There was still time to eat outside and take long walks in the park, and that’s exactly what we did. The first month seemed great. Despite her mentioning her feelings for her co-worker a time or four. Lets call her co worker Tina. We sat over a full spread of Mexican deliciousness when I asked her why she felt the need to “mention” Tina as often as she did. To Bette’s surprise she felt she had only mentioned her once before, and just wanted to be honest. Maybe I was to Naïve to see she was already in love with Tina. Bette claimed she and Tina were never physically or romantically involved because Tina rejected her advance.
After a month of dating, Bette decided to stop dating me because she wanted to take some time to “find herself” What has she been doing for the past 31 years?! What I wanted to ask but didn’t dare. She explained her ups and downs, which lead me to respect her reasoning for doing so, but a month of solitude?? Whatever floats your boat…
I didn’t bother her, but surprisingly she texted and called pretty often, and popped up at my home a couple of times to surprise me? I honestly didn’t know how I felt about the situation but I enjoyed those moments anyway. After one month of solitude, November 1st to be exact, Bette called me and asked if we could “hang out” again. Sure, why not?! I enjoyed her company and cared a great deal about her at this point. I just wasn’t to sure about what to expect!

