I am really sorry but I don’t know how to date or cross paths with a decent guy. I have met a guy here that is adorable to me, he is tall, slightly funny and we like barely anything the same. We connected in a strange , social media way with our common love of parks here in Rome. I know it seems hard to believe with my magnificent wit and sarcastic charm that I prefer quiet solitary activities (and met a guy on social media). I function better with quiet moments. I have been flooded with social activities that at times I make up excuses just to be alone. Rome has nice parks and some that look like a dump yet there are parks everywhere.
Back to the guy; we met , we talked, actually he loves talking and talking and is heavily opinionated without considering the alternative of what others think or feel. He is religious and very critical of others, very Christ- like, I know. He sees life in black and white, HIS version of black and white. I see silver grey, fuchsia, teal and mahogany. We were not a match made in heaven, he was adorable though. Open dialog with him always ended with him running away every time I said something he felt was insensitive or disagreeable. It was not only me he acted like this with; no the whole world received this treatment. At times I wonder if he was bipolar. Anyway, he always came back. I would still be lost on what I said that was so wrong. I felt like the man and him the woman. He is older than me yet he was a bit like a newborn baby not childlike which I think we all have inside of us. No he was a big baby. The biggest problem with letting go of the big baby was me being new here still (my excuse).
Half a year had past and I was holding on to a big baby because making friends was a bit hard at first. As well, I was feeling homesick and down, he was beccoming familiar in a bad way. It’s barely mentioned when you relocate to another country and maybe even a new city, with 10,000 miles between you and what was home, fear and doubts devour a person especially at night. Thus the cry baby felt like nothing and I tolerated. Then one day , maybe by magic we faded out. I was still grasping my homesickness yet I survived. Every now and then big baby messages , wanting to fix our situation at times because he is adorable I start to think yes then I think and realize no is better.
I met another guy, he was a more accepting of my personality. It always works that way the guy I really want to be into disapprove of my personality or I down play my true self out of fear he will dislike the real me. Stupid! I know. Dove should do a campaign about that. Anyway, guy two saw the real me, liked it and took me to amazing places , concerts, met dignitaries, embassy parties, Hollywood people of Italy. He was a great friend, however, he hoped I would love him or want more than his friendship and I wanted to wait. He hated my answer and the outing continued. I was hoping that maybe I could feel what he felt , I felt bad that I didn’t have a chemical attraction to him. He is an awesome friend yet I never felt excited about him in that way, SHE never wanted him and so nothing. He thinks I am being too “American” and not letting myself go with nature. I never told him about the lack of chemical attraction just I treasure our friendship and I didn’t want it to end. I even said lets wait let time happen with us, but nope, he wanted us to be in love. We had a rough patch yet we are friends again, I think.
Now i just date. I am pretty clear that a friendship is my goal. The responses have varied from silence to feelings of outrage because of my friendship request. Few actually respect this. I want a man who is a friend on some level not just my boyfriend. On my dating adventurous, I have been kissed on the cheek by a strange guy at a party. He was like a lion in the Serengeti, he would pop up and kiss my face and disappear.
By his third try I caught him and punched him, then I was called “American” They think calling me American will make me upset. Go Figure.
I went out with the quiet professional guy , who is highly routine and attached to his mother, who he visits every weekend and calls three times a day. We went out three times, we had the same conversation three times.
Another professional guy, who only believes in labels and designers, took me out. Now I teach him English.
and now my dates are with girlfriends and group events. This works for now. I don’t have a romantic ending, I have no ending…..I just continue living my story. Ciao!