Recently, I reconnected with a man I had dated last summer for a few weeks.
I’ve been trying to embrace my life in 2013, so when he sent me a text on Christmas, I thought to myself, “Well, if I’m am truly to embrace opportunities, perhaps I should see him again.”
And I did.
Just like last time, I remember thinking he was cute. He is as nice as they come. He is a gentleman. He is kind. He has friends. He has a job.
Sounds amazing, right?
He is. But there is zero chemistry on my end.
I’ve never believed that you have to feel a lightning bolt when you look at your future mate across the room for the first time.
I know enough to know that real compatibility is a much subtler feeling, less of a zing and more of a warm fuzzy.
I felt neither the zing nor the warm fuzzy.
And so I tried to gently let him go. It started with, “I really like you, but…”
I feel bad.
But not as bad as I would feel continuing to lead him on, allowing him to believe that we have a budding romance. We do not.
And I’d rather be alone than with someone I don’t really want to be with.
If that makes me a future cat lady, then I guess I have to live with that.
Start saving your cat food coupons for me.
Photo credit: Kaniths
Photo edit: RCM 2013