Relationships don’t work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won’t they? And then they finally do, and they’re happy forever. Gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I’m telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y’know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care, because I do believe in it. Bottom line: it’s couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don’t let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it’s right, and they’re real lucky, one of them will say something.-Dr. Cox, Scrubs
Now that I’m feeling better, I realized I may have been a little harsh on the Potential Guy. While I did (do) find it repulsive that he’s talking to a married woman, I have to give him some credit. One, he was honest. And two, he said he only talks to her as a friend, and he’s cutting down on contact. A few days ago I received a heartfelt email from PG. He told me how he is really trying to get past this crush on this woman, and he really and truly wants to get over her. He said he understood why I was upset, and he just needs time to get over her. He said once he figured out he wasn’t ready for a relationship with me, he was honest and upfront with me, and deserved credit for that. He also said that he really likes me and hated to think we couldn’t be friends at the very least. I have to say I was surprised that he still wanted to talk to me after all the things I said to him. He seems to genuinely care about me and so I caved. I wrote him back and said we could start over as friends, and get to know each other better.
Hi-I'm Date Girl aka Mrs. Match-I'm a karaoke singing, animal loving, compulsively cleaning, bubbly goofball married to the love of my life. This blog is a diary of my life as a former date girl and how I met and fell madly in love with my husband Match.
