Part of me wants to just run simply because dating takes away from all my other spare time. Lol, I'm such a prick sometimes. Luckily, it hasn't impinged too much, but I haven't started back at work yet, so who even knows what's gonna happen when I have less time than I do now.
He's a good guy; it's really funny since I've already broken up with him once (my fault.) But I saw some signs and didn't want to waste my time and his if I couldn't get over them.
And now we have reached a personal impasse because it's evident to me that he thinks of me as a psychiatrist and not as his boyfriend.
For example, he didn't attend the New Years shindig or post New Years 4 person dinner that we were invited to because he said he suffers from social anxiety disorder. Now, I have a professional opinion of this diagnosis and I place most of the inadequacy of said diagnosis on the person because this is a constellation of symptoms that can be treated and with a little therapy, completely overcome.
Why do I say this? Because I've done it. And I'm not an exceptional person.
In his regard, it means simply tweaking how he meets people, in what time, place, etc. Telling me "no, I can't do" something does nothing for me because it shows me that you're not willing to take a step out of the box. And if you're not willing to step out of the box, I have no time for you.
I've had to do some box-stepping my entire life, so I don't really take kindly to hearing people pine over what they don't have or can't find. Call it a weakness of mine.
Outside of this, he's a genuinely good guy, with good intentions, and a sunny disposition. I like him. I do. But I don't know how long we'll play if things continue down this vein...
“I’m the one asking you the questions, Lorna.”
2 years ago
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