Some of my friends tease me about the revolving door of my dating life. It is true that men come and go through my life, some rather quickly, others lingering longer. (See “They come, they go.”)
My pals have asked “Why? Why don’t more men stick around?” Good question. Some have. But I think I’ve become more discerning, so after a few dates I am a better judge about whether someone has stickiness or not.
Recently, after 6 times together, I decided that someone wasn’t for me. His conversation revealed more paranoid and limited thinking than I like being around. There had been hints of that before, but in the sixth encounter it was solidified. So time to release him to hook up with someone more on his wavelength.
That’s how it happens. One of both of us decide the other isn’t right and we let the other go. Ideally, no hard feelings. Just, “We aren’t a match.” And hopefully, “I wish you well.”
And soon another enters the turnstile.