Trust your gut. Trust your instincts. Go with your gut feeling. Are you listening to your gut? We've all run across this question or idea at least once in our lives. When it comes to my job, I'm great at this. My instincts are strong and rarely lead me astray. Elections? Most of the time I can call the runoff candidates and winner before the primary has happened. I can give you guidance or my theories on legislation - at any level - while it's still in process. It's not because I have inside information. My job is something I understand quite well. I trust my intuition and I'm right about things 9 times out of 10.
Relationships and men, on the other hand, not so much.
It's hard to even give your gut a chance to speak when looking at dating profiles. How can you possibly form an educated guess about a description of a person, let alone have your instincts kick in to tell you if they're bad news?
In the real world with 3 dimensional men, I'm not much better. Or maybe I am, but I'm second guessing myself. Or maybe not. But maybe. (And therein lies the problem.)
Let's take, for example, what happens when people ask me how this whole thing is going. I've said this exact line way more than once in regards to one person:
"He's pretty great. But..." But what, exactly? "I don't really know. I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."
The question now is this: am I pushing away from a perfectly fine human being because I'm guarded or slightly afraid OR is my gut telling me something is off? I've been struggling with this for over a week. Then on the 4th date things went less than spectacular (read: shit-tastic) and I'm beginning to think it was my gut.
Flip of the coin: There's another guy who, by all accounts (mine and those of people who met him), is pretty awesome. There's one thing about him I'm struggling with, of which he is well aware. It wouldn't be abnormal or mean of me to say I didn't think it would work out and walk away. Do I want to do that? Nope. But why? I don't know. Something tells me to see where it goes, and that's really what I want to do. Is it my gut telling me to keep going? Maybe. Probably. Hell if I know. What I do know for sure is out of the stupid amount of dates I've been on in the last couple of weeks, my #1 favorite moment happened at a basketball game we went to. While I have often told myself I won't go into details on specific people or dates on this blog, I'm going to share with you fabulous readers what this one fantastic moment was that still sticks out so brightly in my mind (at the very least, it will give you an idea of the kind of crazy you get with me).
We're sitting at the game and I look over to see him yawning. I said to him, jokingly, "Sorry I'm not fun enough for you." Without missing a beat he said, "Me too." I cracked up laughing. Touche', sir. Had he said it with a frown or while glaring at me, I would've thought he was a jerk. But we both knew it was a joke, and I thought it was a pretty funny one. My sarcastic sense of humor met its match.
And now that I've relived that moment in my head, I feel better than I have in the last 24 hours. Many thanks to my mystery date for that moment (and, hey, you're important enough to be anonymously mentioned in my ridiculous blog! Go you!). Now I'll get back to trying to listen to my gut. So far all I can hear is that it's time to take down St. Patrick's Day decorations, and that I should probably cook a decent meal tonight.
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