Just a quick few updates:
- The Geography teacher I was talking to via Match.com went silent on me – we seemed to have common ground and had been planning on meeting up but the comms had been somewhat lacklustre.
- A fairly local woman messaged me out of the blue on CatholicMatch.com – she seems fairly interested. I like her – I can’t decide if she’s attractive visually because she looks decidedly different to the one woman I fell for earlier this year. She’s objectively pretty – it’s just whether or not my eyes can be graced with falling for her (assuming we successfully meet).
Something a more linked to this post’s title.
I was browsing a Catholic part of Reddit I signed up to in the midst of break-up woes earlier this year. A young chap came on, fretful as he was about to meet up with a real-life, walking and talking Catholic woman. Like any of us, he wanted to play the gent – he wasn’t sure how and a thousand ideas were shooting through his mind. He asked if he should take flowers and it garnered a verdant variety of responses from both men and women.
The one that caught my eye though? Clearly penned by a woman:
“I’m gonna root for the single flower. A bouquet is nice, but the memory that is the sweetest to me (of my ex from a while ago) is being surprised by a single rose. 🙂 “
Wow. Sucker-punch to the gut. That brought a fading memory glaring back in its brightness.
You see, I bought my temporary beloved a single rose on about our third date – this is something I’ve wondered regularly – what does she think of us/how it ended? Is she genuinely relieved? Is she at all regretful? Questions I will never have answered, except through God’s grace, should He will it.
If I had a clue, I could behave differently. It’s the most torturous of positions. I’ve been actively pursuing others but no-one’s come close to matching the affection I had built up. I’d feel better if I knew I was supposed to wait. But, I can’t not pursue others as I was properly (if inexplicably) rejected and that’s life.
It just got me thinking – imagine if she’s sat in her lonely home and those moments where there are no friends, no family, is there a chance, that memories instilled by me, flow back into vision…?
And more curiously, if so, what are her emotional reactions? I’ve received no contact at all, so there can’t be anything that strong.
I’ll tune in again with any later CatholicMatch progress!