The Final Rose

Here's another dating post. Be warned.

I finally found two guys recently that I felt like were interesting and wanted to get to know more. Was doing the dating thing and having a hard time figuring out who I might choose for awhile because they both seemed so great (I know, a good problem to have). Everyone kept telling me to go with my gut and that I really couldn't make a wrong decision but I was kinda terrified I'd make a bad choice and regret what I'd done and not be able to undo it. I was afraid that after waiting so long to finally find someone I was interested in that I would be the one to mess it up.

I sat on the decision for a good two days. And all of a sudden, it's like I realized that I was clearly missing seeing one person, thinking of them more, and felt far more secure when I was with them. My dad always tells me, "the only thing that matters to me is that they think you are wonderful and cherish you". Seems like not a hard thing to ask for and also really complicated at the same time.

But I chose the guy who truly cherished me. He never missed an opportunity to see me. He never forgot to tell me how much he enjoyed himself around me. We danced in his kitchen, we played darts, we ate delicious food and cooked together, we smiled and joked, we listened to music, we sang... and at the end of the day today, I think to myself, "how could I not have chosen him?"

He brought me pho for lunch today even though he only had just under an hour to spare. And I just keep thinking to myself how I think I actually made the right choice. How I feel so truly lucky now. Phew.