Two days ago I contacted a potential suitor after a brief, hmmm, hiatus, shall we say. I don't know why I did it; and even though I'm glad I did, I don't really know how I feel about breaking my leave-the-boy-alone rule either. But I did it. And I learned something about myself in the process.
So, you should know first that I have a history of being ditched by potential suitors. In hind sight, most of them were doing me a favor. I'd like to think that they are all just intimidated by my awesomeness, but let's be real. My crazy probably drove them away. Not to worry though, y'all, my crazy is in rehab. I'm certain after my little relapse that all is well in the anti-crazy kingdom.
At any rate, this PS did the ceremonial disappearing act after a fantastic conversation where he complimented my beautiful smile, made tentative plans for a future date, and called me sugar. Swoon for real. It is so hard to remember the rules of crazy rehab when a boy is telling me such sweet things, ugh! However, upon
constantly reanalyzing reflection of the situation, I have determined that my crazy was well in check during our entire, however brief, get-to-know-each-other period.
And so he disappeared. No explanation, ok, well sort of, but determining when an explanation is just that and when it's an excuse is a whole other discussion. The not-so-gradual fade-away. We're well acquainted. This is where the first piece of proof that crazy boot camp is working: I didn't text or call or anything. No twitter. Nothing. Just this deserves me a trophy!
But then the relapse.
It was just a little text. I was actually surprised that he responded, truth be told. At first, I caught myself having fantasy sequences about how he missed me so much and how he was going to realize my amazingness. He simply responded, acted like it hadn't even been three weeks, and didn't even make an apology. Abort fantasy sequence. But this post isn't about how he should have acted or what he should have said, hell, it's not even about him. It's about me and my journey and about how this little incident marked all new territory for me. Because the remarkable part of this whole interaction was that, despite the pitter-patter that he made my heart go during that conversation before the fade-away, I was able to see him for who he was, hear what he was really saying, and deduce that regardless of his choices, I AM FINE! HA!
Who knows what will happen with this guy, maybe he'll prove to be someone different than he has recently come across and maybe not. What I do know is that whatever he decides, I have entries to write, miles to run, an iPad cover to decorate, and other PS's to date :)
Pretty soon, I'll be able to say that my crazy is in remission.