She’s attractive. Gorgeous. She does well for herself. She is super fun. Everyone loves her. She is the total package. Can I get more? Why hasn’t someone already snatched her?
Why is she still single?
Fair question, perhaps, until your question leads you to think next…
There must be something wrong.
About three years ago, my dad once cornered me in the kitchen, after what he assumed to be a bonding moment. He wanted me to tell him, to really tell him, what did he do wrong as a father. “Elisa, you’re pretty, you have a lot going on. I’m not saying you’re doing anything wrong. I want to know what I did and what I could have done different.”
I am a product of him. His perceived failure of me, is mine. That was tough.
I have reasons.
- I had my fair share of bad apples.
- My picker is off.
- There were times I was a bad apple.
- I was too picky.
- Communication or trust was a problem.
- I wasn’t picky enough.
- We weren’t compatible.
- Times have changed.
I am where I am because I am. Be ok with this please.
We all have reasons. I can look across the table and ask the same, but I won’t. I won’t let my own excitement of meeting you overpower my ability to be sensitive to you. I am not looking for what’s wrong with you. I will be excited that we crossed paths and now we have the chance to explore this more.
What’s your story? Tell me about you. What led you to me? How did we come unscathed?
‘Til Next, Elisa
Ps. New layout. Me thinks. Soon.