I used to be one of those people who got butterflies when I spoke with, saw, just got near a crush. It happened all the time. But as I’ve gotten older – and more cynical – it takes longer for those butterflies to come along.
Why is that?
For instance, take this new guy I met. On paper – he seems great. Cute, successful, very mellow, likes to cook, can talk sports, works in Boston (though lives farther out), divorced, and a very loving dad (this dad thing is new for me, but very intriguing too.) We have good convos and he selected what looks like to be a fun place for dinner.
So why no butterflies?
Is it because I am overly cynical? Is it because someone, somewhere is telling me that he isn’t the one, so why even bother? Or maybe he is the one and one day I will get those damn butterflies?
Very confusing. But nonetheless I am looking forward to meeting him tomorrow, having a lovely dinner, and great conversations.
And as always, I will keep you posted.
XOXO