This weekend, I went on a third date with a very nice guy.
It was my last ditch attempt to find a spark with him.
He is, after all, one of the nicest guys I have ever met. He’s a gentleman. He’s funny. He’s chivalrous but never sexist. And I like him as a person. I just can’t quite get to the point where I think we could have a romantic connection.
And there’s a part of me that wants to say, “Get OVER it. Romantic love is a myth. Maybe you should settle for whatever you can get.”
But I’ve felt infatuation before. It’s magical. It’s amazing.
I want to feel it again.
I want to hope for his call.
I want to be giddy when he texts.
I want to look forward to spending time together.
Instead, I can go days or weeks without contact with Mr. Nice Guy and not even notice.
I can spend time with him and enjoy it, but I can easily walk away.
I want to FEEL it. Not just settle for someone who seems to really like me.
And if that means I will continue the single life, then so be it.
I’m willing to wait for the one who makes my heart sing AND is also a nice guy.
He is out there.