No Expectations...
I was once told that if you don't have expectations, you won't have disappointments. Which, after pondering this thought, I have come to realize it makes a lot of sense. So, before even going to the movies with this guy last night (let's name him Richard), I made up my mind that I would not go into the night 'expecting' anything.
Now, the weird thing about Richard is that he flirts a lot, I mean A LOT. It's one of those kind of things where a girl can't help but be confused because she doesn't know if he is kidding around or actually being serious. But, I'm trying not to read into that too much.
I don't know. It's weird. One moment, I'm like, "I like this guy." And the next, I'm like, "He's a cool 'friend' to have." And that's what I'm trying to keep in my mind-'friend' because I know how I tend to operate when I start to think of a guy as boyfriend potential; I begin to have expectations. Yeah, I admit it.
But anyway, after the horrible movie. Let me say that again-HORRIBLE, I drove Richard back to his place (we flipped a coin to see who would drive and I lost). Before getting out of the car, he hugged me and rubbed his scruffy face against my neck; he's doing the rugged look right now. Although I am typically a clean cut type of gal, the scruffy look actually kind of works for him.
But all in all, at the end of the night, I did not feel one hint of disappointment. Because in all honesty, I think he'll be a friend rather than anything else that my imaginative mind might conjure up. And anyway, I'm satisfied in knowing that I can have a person of the opposite sex who makes me feel good through his words and gestures without my emotions getting all crazy.
As bedtime approaches, I have no special individual to fantasize about. But I'm okay with that. It's nice to have dreams about dreams. Does that make any sense? It does to me. I wonder what's around the corner for me...Lord grant me patience, so I won't be tempted to take a peek. Come what may; let Thy will be done. Amen.
Now, the weird thing about Richard is that he flirts a lot, I mean A LOT. It's one of those kind of things where a girl can't help but be confused because she doesn't know if he is kidding around or actually being serious. But, I'm trying not to read into that too much.
I don't know. It's weird. One moment, I'm like, "I like this guy." And the next, I'm like, "He's a cool 'friend' to have." And that's what I'm trying to keep in my mind-'friend' because I know how I tend to operate when I start to think of a guy as boyfriend potential; I begin to have expectations. Yeah, I admit it.
But anyway, after the horrible movie. Let me say that again-HORRIBLE, I drove Richard back to his place (we flipped a coin to see who would drive and I lost). Before getting out of the car, he hugged me and rubbed his scruffy face against my neck; he's doing the rugged look right now. Although I am typically a clean cut type of gal, the scruffy look actually kind of works for him.
But all in all, at the end of the night, I did not feel one hint of disappointment. Because in all honesty, I think he'll be a friend rather than anything else that my imaginative mind might conjure up. And anyway, I'm satisfied in knowing that I can have a person of the opposite sex who makes me feel good through his words and gestures without my emotions getting all crazy.
As bedtime approaches, I have no special individual to fantasize about. But I'm okay with that. It's nice to have dreams about dreams. Does that make any sense? It does to me. I wonder what's around the corner for me...Lord grant me patience, so I won't be tempted to take a peek. Come what may; let Thy will be done. Amen.

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