I've never dated much, not in the conventional sense at least. I guess I've always inadvertantly come across as intimidating, too tall, so self-confident as to not need a boy, questionable as to whether or not I was straight, or any combination of the above. Until recently, I'd only ever once been asked out on a date and I was so petrified of the concept that I never acknowledged to my 19-year-old self that that is what it was. I certainly never acknowledged how much guts it took for that now dear friend to approach me in the first place.
Thanks to that lad and a short list of other very special men and women over the past 8 years I'm now (finally) confident in myself as an attractive, sexual human being. Just like every person on the planet.
Nevertheless, it still knocked me speechless when the other day an almost complete stranger told me he was interested in me and could he please take me out for dinner. At times convention is nice, and it was lovely to be given a gift, wined and dined, told I was fascinating and beautiful etc. Sadly there was no chemistry for me (before anyone wonders if I'll now be staying on in NZ), so I drove home alone that night but with a really warm heart, a big grin on my face and a timely boosted self-confidence. Oh, and with a new friend.
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