9 months.

What dating in my 20’s has been like for me.

Most recently. I’ll make it short but to the point.

I moved to Cali in May. Started seeing this guy I met from the town over.

He was adopted so I felt he already came with a yellow flag. The man was bound to have issues (per my collegiate psychological background lol).

BUT I proceeded.

We saw each other for that month and then he had to move.

Nowhere far. It's the same town- just getting his own place. 

He talked to me about coming to see it and staying the night. Things seemed to be getting somewhat more serious.

We had been hitting it off.

Why not? Why yes?

One day I had a late night at work and he was calling and asking me to go visit…he missed me yada yada (saying yada yada makes me think of the girl George dates in Seinfeld).

Que cute - not.

Five minutes later he texts, “never mind”

Ok. Bye.

He would continue to do that for the next few months, inviting me and reaching out without ever actually moving forward with it. In reality, that’s what my selection of men, or boys, if you will, consists of.

You can bet I moved on and quit entertaining it. 

Come February I was planning to head back to the midwest for a while and go apartment hunting in Downtown Denver. Which I did and had two to narrow it down at that point.

The eclipse happened after seeing apartments with my realtor and a job interview. 

Back at my parents I happened to almost bleed out and get pretty close to death. More than I would’ve like for my age or any age really. I was so close to having a hysterectomy too (some irony).

Right before that - like 2-3 weeks before I see this guy’s story - “Welcome home, son.”

WTF

Ladies and gents it was February of the next year. Exactly 9 months from that day we had been hanging out and seeing each other. 

Puzzle pieced together.

It didn’t hurt though. I didn’t love him. I knew from the beginning he wasn’t the one. So I guess we were both with our agendas. Dating is a learning experience. It was a great lesson though.

Be careful in these streets ladies and gents. We have a lot of dogs running around peeing and shitting all over the place.

Me? I’m fine. Him? Still in my dms, occasionally seeing my stories, and liking my photos while currently engaged. Maybe after this short story, I’ll be blocked.

Why don’t I block them?

Because I could care less about them to take the time to do so.

Unbothered.