Two Brief Coversations
“You know, when you guys were together, I asked him if he was dating you and he denied it,” someone told me last night. “I was like ‘Are you dating Ashleigh?’ and he was like ‘No’.”
This is the kind of thing that has conditioned me to think the way I do when becoming involved with a guy. I tend to remind myself that even when you think something is going great, you may be wrong. I’m not denying that you could also be right, but I’m just accustomed to functioning on the receiving end of dishonestly and disappointment in romantic situations.
A few weeks ago, I was on the L train with Mitchell.
“How’s it going with that boy?” he asked.
“It’s good,” I said. “It’s… different.”
“What do you mean different?” Mitchell inquired.
I thought for a moment. “Well, it’s like… He says nice things to me. He tells me I’m beautiful.”
“Um, you are beautiful,” Mitchell stated matter-of-factly. It’s not a stretch to say that he would have used the same tone had I said that he told me my hair is brown. Um, your hair is brown. Duh.
My eyes looked to the floor of the train for a moment, then back up at Mitchell. “I guess, but no guy I’ve ever dated has told me that,” I answered.
“Well, then you’ve been dating the wrong guys,” he told me.
January 22nd, 2010 at 8:56 pm
Mitchell is a wise man. Listen to him.