
May 14, 2021, 08:39 AM
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Member Since: Nov 2014
Location: Spain ( the land of flowers and gladness, lol!)
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Originally Posted by bpforever1
We are meeting next week again. It is going well. I am feeling tired though, not from him. I like cooking for him. He is sweet to me. We get along well. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm in a dream. I like him much. He is good to me. He is not perfect and neither am I. But, we are good for each other. He still has not turned into a jerk. So, I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I'm happy that he is doing well. I'm doing fine too. I was a bit saddened by two acquaintances dying just these past few months. I realize life is short. They died suddenly. I was shocked and sad about their deaths. They were about my age. So, I'm not going to take anything for granted. I cherish my relationship with this new man. We are happy with each other. I find him cheerful, kind, and optimistic. He also told me to enjoy the moment too. I understand. I enjoy being with him. We have not talked about being exclusive or anything. But, I don't think he is seeing anybody else given his schedule and neither am I. We met about a month ago so time will tell how we endure. I'm seeing him for the sixth time next week. I feel good about him. He is a good man to me. I am myself with him. He gives me good vibes. So, we are happy still!! I feel blessed! I know not to rush matters. So, I will give it more time but honestly we don't argue nor criticize each other. We are affectionate with each other and enjoy each other's company. I am hoping for the best with him. Who knows how we will feel about each other in a month? But, I'm certain we will still be seeing each other and enjoying each other's company.
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Didn’t get it when you said that you were feeling tired. Tired of what? If you don’t mind to share.
Sorry for your loss! 😔
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