The last time I posted about dating, I was excited and optimistic about having met someone new.
We waited a month to have our second date because he was overseas on holiday but we were texting a lot and I can sincerely say that we had an amazing connection.
However, to put it bluntly, the second date was a total fucking disaster.
Idecided very early on in the second date that I didn’t fancy him anymore…but I ignored my feelings and tried to make it work.
He wasn’t very talkative, quite shy so I worked quite hard to avoid it being awkward.
I got drunk and tried to have a nice time. the rest of the night is a blur. Of the bits I can remember, I would rather forget,
To say that the overall experience disappointing would be the kindest thing I could say.
I woke up in my bed, with him lying next to me. I had a stinking hangover and felt totally repulsed.
I dragged myself out of bed and had a shower. Whilst in the shower I continued to ignore my feelings and convinced myself that I could turn it around.
I convinced myself that it would be a good idea to continue the date. So I drove us to this cute place in town for a “romantic” breakfast.
It really wasn’t.
Much like last night, he wasn’t talkative and I tried my best to fill the silence with nice things like admiring the decor but eventually I gave up on it.
My next move was to get him back to his car which was parked at my house so we could say our goodbyes – but he didn’t leave – he followed me into my house.
I didn’t know what to do.
I made us a cup of tea and I told him that at some point I will need to get going because I had lots of errands and things to do.
He said “okay”, then took his shoes off and made himself very comfortable on my couch.
We watched a couple of episodes of The Spy on Netflix – which I thought will bore the fuck out of him (political dramas are not his bag) but he persevered.
Finally I plucked up the courage, got up from the couch and said, “okay that’s it now – I have stuff to do so I’m going to load my car with stuff for the recycling station”.
I took the loads to my car and then with my keys in my hand I said to him, “right I have to go now” and he said “okay, do you need any help?” and I told him that I’m meeting a friend who is helping me.
“Okay” he said. He turned and continued watching the TV.
I started trembling and I abruptly told him “you need to leave now!”.
He was apologetic and left the house with me, we hugged, he got in his car and instead of driving off, he just sat there.
So, I’m still trembling at this point as I back my car out of the drive – I could see him in his car just staring at me as I drive off.
He made me feel so anxious and uncomfortable but I can’t be angry at him because I don’t think it’s his fault.
It’s my own fault. I should be angry at myself for ignoring my feelings.
I should be angry that I didn’t kick him out sooner. I was the one who let the date continue to the point where I felt trapped and anxious about telling him to leave.
You could say that I led him on but it’s more complicated than that.
I honestly thought I liked him – but none of it was true…it was all in my head.
The truth is, I totally deluded myself.
I made myself believe that I liked him and that I fancied him. When it wasn’t going well I tried to force the situation and it didn’t end well.
I think I did this because I was so lonely, because I desperately want a boyfriend.
The second date was a complete shit show and I only have myself to blame.
I started dating someone and I am thinking it might go somewhere.
Full disclosure, we have only been on one date. And yes, this is a strange thing for me to say.
I am totally getting ahead of myself.
Before sounding like I have lost my mind (which is yesterdays news anyways), I will try to explain.
We went on our first date about a month ago, which went well but for various reasons we haven’t had a chance to go on a second date. These being, he is now overseas on holiday – and, in his words, he took it too literally when I said to him “see you in September then”
Anyways, we are talking a lot, and I like him a lot.
Hes so sweet… I told him I feel bad because I am distracting him from his holiday but he is determined to keep the dialogue (and pic swapping) going.
I don’t talk about it much but I have told him about my past relationship, the abuse, the PTSD and the nightmares. It is so easy to talk to him about this stuff.
An interesting thing happened yesterday at work, which has thrown up some interesting challenges that I am not able to write about yet. When I had an emotional meltdown about it, all I wanted was for him to be there.
And he kind of was, from a distance.
Shit – I barely know him, and out of nowhere I am getting the feels – which is utterly perplexing. It’s nice, but it’s mixed with fear and my brain is like WTF IS GOING ON!!!
I googled the science of falling in love today – like, proper research and science stuff.
Did you know that scientists reckon that falling in love affects the same brain reward circuits as cocaine and heroin?
If we extend this theory to someone like me, vulnerable and a recent victim of domestic violence – then maybe we have some kind of explanation for how I am feeling at the moment.
Maybe I need to rein it in and protect myself? How do I even do that?
I’m not seeing any red flags???
Or maybe its as simple as, I have met someone really special and I just need to chill the fuck out and run with it.
I’m starting to feel more comfortable with intimacy and sexual contact. I discovered this earlier this summer, after a lovely weekend away with a very attractive male friend.
To give you a bit of background about my friend, we met on Tinder a few years back. Our friendship was never platonic but it was never romantic either. One thing is for sure it has been entirely uncomplicated from the beginning.
I like uncomplicated.
There is comfort in knowing we can enjoy each others company, and then go our separate ways. It could be months before we make contact again and this how we like it.
I consider this weekend away, a major milestone in my recovery from domestic abuse, but I have ways to go yet.
I’m still incredibly tetchy around men. So much so that on the drive to meet him I found myself catastrophising and getting anxious, but it was fine. He was an absolute gentleman and we had a lovely time.
But I still have ZERO self-confidence at the moment.
My abusive relationship ended in February, just 6 months ago and it still feels like yesterday. As a result of the abuse I’m struggling with PTSD (chronic anxiety, inability to sleep, etc.), and severe self-esteem issues.
I know I need to cut myself some slack but I feel really shit about myself right now. My old hang ups about things like body image are now tenfold.
I feel utterly undesirable and unlovable.
On top of this I have discovered all kinds of new baggage that I didn’t have before. Baggage that is causing me to arrange a “first date” with someone from a dating site and then cancel it at the very last minute.
Right now I have ZERO faith that I’ll ever be happy in a loving relationship.
I need to be brave now. I’m trying to be brave.
I have identified that I have unhealthy coping and avoidance mechanisms, where I deny myself physical contact.
I’ve taken a bold step and I’m trying not to shut myself away from the world. I’m trying to be more sociable but it’s so hard.
Im finding that spending time with people, even friends – is either boring or emotionally exhausting.
All things considered I know it will be sometime before I can embrace a new relationship – but I can take baby steps.
I am taking baby steps.
My weekend away has shown me that maybe I should start “seeing” someone regularly, BUT there are so many caveats to this.
First of all it would need to be very clear that I would not be looking for anything serious right now.
In my case of being Autistic, having PTSD and recovering from an abusive relationship – I think I’m asking for too much.
He needs to be laid back, reliable and predictable. I need to be in control of the pace and he can’t make and any emotional or sexual demands from me.
So, last weekend was major milestone in my recovery – but I still have ways to go when it comes to intimacy and relationships.