Sean and I were talking about this yesterday, guess it's a topic good enough to start off the day.
We'll call her Girl D. She and I have been hanging out fairly regularly for close to 3 weeks now. And not just in a post midnight kind of way. It's still nothing serious at all, I think we both just seem to enjoy the company. Which is absolutely fine. Sometimes I really do just enjoy a nice chill evening relaxing with good company. I can't sit here now and tell you a damn thing "wrong" with her. She's pretty, funny, extremely intelligent and can keep up with the way my mind works. And for some reason, that all kind of frightens me. And Sean summed it up best. I like girls that are a little damaged. Quirky. Carrying around some baggage. He doesn't think I like the fix-er-uppers, but thinks I'm slightly drawn to the ones that need some help. Which, when we looked back at the girls I've spent any real time with, makes perfect sense.
So the dilemma is the following... what now? I think the only logical course of action is to just ignore my dumb ass and keep on moving forward. I know the group would like to see me with someone "normal." I've worked too hard on my own demons to try and take on someone else's. I'm guessing some time soon she and I will have to sit down and have the talk. And not the "let's make this serious" talk. It's the "watch out for the dumb ass that is me" talk. I'm confident she'll understand though. She already gets me, the extra info would only help her out. And if she turns tail and bails, I wouldn't blame her.
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