Rambling angsty happiness
I’m confused.
We had a great weekend. Some fun, some domesticity and several long chats. All quite grown up behaviour. And I find myself wondering whether it’s too grown up? (And therefore boring?). Certainly sobriety has brought a (previously rarely seen) sensible vein of decision making. Tired? Go to bed. Previously of course the answer would have been another drink and go dancing anyway.
But I digress. I like him. Lots. This part delights me and part scares the crap out of me. I know the theory (hell I’ve dated enough to write a damn thesis on the subject) that you have to just throw yourself into it and hope for the best, but it’s terrifying.
I’m trying to convince myself that if it doesn’t work out that it’s not necessarily a reflection on me, but could just be a compatibility issue (while on the subject of compatibility, am I boring not to see the joys of Drum & Bass?).
I know that I’m less likely to go with the flow than I would have been two years ago, so all the more reason to try to convince myself not to over-analyse him, his behaviour and us.
Tis bloody hard though.
Any tips?
