I’ve been dating someone for about a month. He’s handsome, nice, and absolutely smitten with me. I broke a rule. I let him come into my home. Not a good idea, as he has become a bit too comfortable in my lair, and all I can think about is when is he going to leave. It’s him, but it’s me. Mostly me. Because I opened myself up to him, I then became scared and now I want to bail. I am out of here in 3 weeks, but I don’t think I can wait that long. Little things about him are making me miserable and crazy.
He talks too much.
He talks too fast.
He interrupts…often.
He talks too much about his glory days on South Beach (yawn).
He wants to see me all the time.
He wants me to meet his mother.
He is suffocating me.
I literally fee like I can’t breathe.
His biggest crime? He’s not the Italian. Sigh.
