I look across the 5-star restaurant table at my suitor who is 20 years older than me. He gazes back and tells me, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” I melt. He looks deep into my eyes – I feel as if he’s searching them to find my soul. He says he can see himself falling madly in love with me. He holds my hand over dinner and makes sure the waiter brings my favorite wine. He looks over at the pretty brunette girl at another table.
Looking back at me he says, “You look amazing in that dress.” I blush and smile. He says, “My brother and his girlfriend think you’re the best girl I’ve ever dated.” – very true! He glances at the pretty brunette at the other table.
Dinner is over and I found it fine as usual (it’s never amazing for me, sometimes I find him slightly dull, but I try to look past it) and we get up to leave. As we pass the table where the brunette is sitting he looks at her and smiles (oooh, my stomach).
He drives me home telling me what a great time he had tonight and he looks forward to seeing me again. We make plans to see each other again in a few days.
The next morning there is a text message on my phone. It says, “Good morning beautiful.” I smile (that was so sweet – I can’t wait to hear from him), get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.
The day turns into night with no other contact. I go to sleep and wake up the next day only to (excitedly) look at my phone to see...nothing. No texts, no calls, I’m a little disappointed.
Late in the afternoon I receive a call from him asking whether or not we are still on the next day to do some small town shopping – he will pick me up at 10:30/11:00am. He tells me that he dreamt about me all night long and that I looked amazing at dinner.
Our phone conversations often feel awkward. He cuts the conversation short and says he’s looking forward to seeing me then and reconfirms that he had a great time the previous evening. We hang up…I have an odd feeling in my gut…what is that? I shake my head and ignore it.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep – ok, ok, ok, I get it. I hit the “off” button on my alarm. Slowly, I get up to start getting ready. I check my phone to see if he’s contacted me about our shopping trip today. There is nothing...hmmm. I start my grooming process which takes some time because I always want to look fabulous for him. I’m ready to go by 10:20 just in case he’s early. But, I feel my annoyance build as I watch the clock tick, tick, tick past 10:45am.
My phone goes off...he’s sent me a text. I feel a wave of relief as I’m sure he’s just letting me know that he’s on his way but will be closer to 11:00. I look at the message...it says, “Just getting my hair cut. How’s 2:00?” Huh, what? When did he decide that and why am I only finding out now and how long does it actually take to get a hair cut for a boy? How disrespectful of my time? Deep breaths – I shrug it off but let him know I’m annoyed at this. We still see each other at 2:00 and end up having a fairly good day...except for the odd feeling that’s been growing in my gut.
The next day I have dinner with a friend at 7:00pm and I agreed to go to his place after and stay over night. Around 8:00pm I receive a text from him asking when I’ll be coming. Confused (it’s still pretty early), I respond wondering if he’s too tired to wait up because his older than I. He says, “Feeling tired, but don’t want to cancel.” I let him know that I won’t come; instead he should just go to sleep. He says, “OK, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Ouch, my stomach flips and my heart hurts…?
I’ve been listening to his words. They’re wonderful with sweet things like, “beautiful”, “madly in love”, “in the future…”, “you’re so sexy”, etc. I let them cloud my head. I step back and look at his “actions” – they are saying something different. Words are meaningless – actions are what you should always listen to with a man.
Actions speak louder than words.
Looking back at me he says, “You look amazing in that dress.” I blush and smile. He says, “My brother and his girlfriend think you’re the best girl I’ve ever dated.” – very true! He glances at the pretty brunette at the other table.
Dinner is over and I found it fine as usual (it’s never amazing for me, sometimes I find him slightly dull, but I try to look past it) and we get up to leave. As we pass the table where the brunette is sitting he looks at her and smiles (oooh, my stomach).
He drives me home telling me what a great time he had tonight and he looks forward to seeing me again. We make plans to see each other again in a few days.
"As we pass the table where the brunette is sitting, he looks at her and smiles..."
The next morning there is a text message on my phone. It says, “Good morning beautiful.” I smile (that was so sweet – I can’t wait to hear from him), get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.
The day turns into night with no other contact. I go to sleep and wake up the next day only to (excitedly) look at my phone to see...nothing. No texts, no calls, I’m a little disappointed.
Late in the afternoon I receive a call from him asking whether or not we are still on the next day to do some small town shopping – he will pick me up at 10:30/11:00am. He tells me that he dreamt about me all night long and that I looked amazing at dinner.
Our phone conversations often feel awkward. He cuts the conversation short and says he’s looking forward to seeing me then and reconfirms that he had a great time the previous evening. We hang up…I have an odd feeling in my gut…what is that? I shake my head and ignore it.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep – ok, ok, ok, I get it. I hit the “off” button on my alarm. Slowly, I get up to start getting ready. I check my phone to see if he’s contacted me about our shopping trip today. There is nothing...hmmm. I start my grooming process which takes some time because I always want to look fabulous for him. I’m ready to go by 10:20 just in case he’s early. But, I feel my annoyance build as I watch the clock tick, tick, tick past 10:45am.
My phone goes off...he’s sent me a text. I feel a wave of relief as I’m sure he’s just letting me know that he’s on his way but will be closer to 11:00. I look at the message...it says, “Just getting my hair cut. How’s 2:00?” Huh, what? When did he decide that and why am I only finding out now and how long does it actually take to get a hair cut for a boy? How disrespectful of my time? Deep breaths – I shrug it off but let him know I’m annoyed at this. We still see each other at 2:00 and end up having a fairly good day...except for the odd feeling that’s been growing in my gut.
"Words are meaningless – actions are what you should always listen to with a man."
The next day I have dinner with a friend at 7:00pm and I agreed to go to his place after and stay over night. Around 8:00pm I receive a text from him asking when I’ll be coming. Confused (it’s still pretty early), I respond wondering if he’s too tired to wait up because his older than I. He says, “Feeling tired, but don’t want to cancel.” I let him know that I won’t come; instead he should just go to sleep. He says, “OK, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Ouch, my stomach flips and my heart hurts…?
I’ve been listening to his words. They’re wonderful with sweet things like, “beautiful”, “madly in love”, “in the future…”, “you’re so sexy”, etc. I let them cloud my head. I step back and look at his “actions” – they are saying something different. Words are meaningless – actions are what you should always listen to with a man.
Actions speak louder than words.
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