Jun 10, 2007 17:12
I've been single for so long, I had gotten to the point where I had written off ever having a relationship again. And I was happy for it. Not just happy, ELATED!
Normally beginning to get involved with someone would be a reason to cheer, right? At first it was, but now I'm not so sure.
First and foremost the issue is me. These first faltering steps toward opening myself up again has made me realize how much I reeeeeeeally want to be involved with someone again. Want it so badly it concerns me. What if she's a pathologically lying, completely unfaithful hose-beast that will drag me down into some crazy-assed drama not seen since Paris Hilton's last trial? What if I am so desirous of being involved with someone again that I blow it off, look the other way...?
Then there's her. She's just getting out of a relationship (it didn't last that long, but before that she had just come out of an engagement -I worry about the Rebound Factor), so I'm not sure she is really as ready for another relationship as she may think.
My timing, it seems, is as craptastical as ever.