After describing what ended up being the oddest date ever to Carissa (and you can ask me for details what my little adventure in San Antonio led me to, that may or may not have involved two different bars, yelling and screaming, a cookie cake, and the recurring joke of “Worst Date Ever” from both parties), I think I finally figured out what my problem is:
“I sometimes wish I wasn’t always trying to see the best in people who I think are on my success level so that I could convince myself it could work…”
BINGO! I can apply this to, well, almost all the men I’ve tried to sustain some sort of relationship with. My father was right, women do vocalize their problems when they are searching for an answer…
