There is pee and maybe a little poo in the pool, my friend jokingly told me. That should have been enough. I should listened then. I didn't. And now, this is my story.
The best place to start is at the beginning. I don't really know where that is at this point, but I'll give it a swing. I now understand what I was told is an accurate description. Either way, I sat at it, dipped my toe in, and thought it wasn't too bad. People seemed friendly enough. The innocence or naivety that I walked into this with was apparent. Of course, people were friendly enough; everyone had their own motives. All it took was two different situations to make me go, I need a break.
The thing about me is that I sometimes go too fast. I get excited and throw myself right into something. The problem with that is when the person on the other end makes me feel safe enough to do so but not kind enough to say that this isn't going anywhere. People don't do that. People like to keep the lines open just in case they don't find what they're looking for so they can return to the person who was nice to them. I don't ever want to be the person someone settled for because they gave up looking for what they really wanted.
I'm jumping ahead because this is just dating, but truth be told, I don't treat it or people as frivolously as others do. That's just me; I'm old school.
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