Scratch that. I’m getting into the nitty gritty.
Talked to a good friend again, and he said something that really stood out.
You’re just too immature and inexperienced to get into a serious relationship. I’m not bullshitting you man, that’s the truth. You have the dating experience of a fucking* five year old.
Harsh, but that’s how I like it. To the point, without the crap. But regarding the quote, I guess it’s true. I don’t know what to do and I don’t know the signs. That’s not to say I’m entirely ignorant, but I don’t know how to act. I guess I could read articles and magazines to gauge some sort of perspective, but that just seems pathetic when you think of it. I guess the frightening thing is, you have to start somewhere.
Well, there’s always college. I can envision two situations occurring:
1. We’re both inexperienced and start out not knowing what the hell to do. It’ll be funny. Like a sitcom. I can imagine the first date going all wrong. I’ll spill something on my pants and she’ll do whatever to her dress. Of course, we’ll laugh it out since we’re clueless on the dating scene and we’ll reminisce as time goes on.
2. She has the know how and experience – and plenty of it. Of course, should that time come, I’ll be sweating bullets and eating my own tongue.
I don’t see a balance between the two. My life doesn’t occur like that. It’s always a stark contrast. Black and white. Here’s hoping option number one, but I guess option number two shouldn’t matter if you meet the right person.
Still. Sweating bullets should that occur. God knows if the second situation ends up panning out, I’ll find out that I’m allergic to some rare form of fish during our first date and end up chocking and making a scene.
Hey, at least it’ll make a funny story.
* If you saw the first revision of this post, you might not have noticed the third sentence. I contemplated whether or not to include it because of the word ‘fuck’, but I expect my readers are old and mature enough to handle such language.