Bites the Dust

I have relationship problems and sometimes... I am the problem.

I met a great guy recently. Great, great. I mean this wholeheartedly. I meet some very weird and off putting men. There is something ALWAYS wrong with them. They're either too thirsty or too cool to even appear interested. They have waaayyy too many kids or don't even want any. I had yet to meet anyone balanced until I met...this guy. And to meet him in Denver was fate. My dating life here has been sad. Whenever I meet other local single Black women, we end up trading war stories. Dating here sucks. Not just for us, but all women. The overload of men give Denver it's great nickname "Menver" and while you may think that's a good thing, somehow it's not in our favor. Bro culture is real and it truly excludes women. The lack of Black men available is slim to none and every 3 out of 5 Black men are dating a white woman. You can cite the eyes of Whitney on that stat!

So imagine my happiness meeting a great guy, a great Black guy, here in Denver who appears to be balanced and just my type. Take away all of the superficial things about a guy that can be seen as important like job, house, car, etc. He just had great character and energy. I really enjoyed my time with him. It felt refreshing and non-invasive. We spent a lot of alone time watching movies, sports, and just talking about life and our experiences and I never got turned off. Fun fact about me: everything irritates me for the most part. So meeting someone who doesn't get on my nerves, and who I don't mind spending a weekend with is amazing.

Nonetheless, after a great weekend of baseball, fitness, the arts, and food I was confronted with something I didn't think I was going to hear again.

"I'm not looking for a relationship." 

I've heard this line so much in my life that I should always expect it. But I thought I had met someone I was on the same page with. We had discussed our relationship histories in which he was much more experienced than me and even dubbed himself "a relationship guy." I was all ears very early in our interactions. I am definitely the opposite. My relationships are non existent, but I'm open to one and feel like right now in my life I am my most vulnerable and best self.

It was completely disappointing and something I don't think enough people talk about. That is meeting a great guy and not being on the same page with him. I'm so used to meeting terrible guys and not being on the same page with them (thank God!) And even then, I would still bend and mold myself just to see if maybe it could work. Or maybe he'll change his mind. When you've done that over and over and over again, it wears you down. And now I meet someone who would be a better person to go through those motions with, and I can't stomach it. And trust me... I tried. I sat with it. I asked questions. I got some of the answers that I wanted to hear, but not enough. I completely understood his reasoning and respected it, but for the first time I wanted to respect myself. So I walked away.

In my last post I wrote about balancing fears and success, and this is a great example. I fear I may not meet another guy like this. Especially while living here in Denver. I fear that I made a rash decision. I fear that I was impatient. I fear that I just jumped the gun and exited. But I also am proud of myself for putting my foot down and putting me first. I know what I want and I know I deserve to have the desires of my heart.