So, I was googling 'cheap online psychics' at 3am. You already know that no good can come from this. But, still, I find Dominique and enter my credit card info and 5 minutes later I'm talking to this British woman with a fuzzy connection.
"What's your question?" she asks.
"Well, I met this guy..." which is probably how 90% of Dominique's calls begin. And here's the thing. Dominique is going to tell me what I want to hear, because if I didn't care if the relationship had potential then I wouldn't even be wasting my $1.99 a minute to ask her, would I? She asks me my birthday, his birthday...and then tells me our charts show that the realtionship has potential but there are "issues" we need to work through. Wow, she's amazing. It's just what I wanted to hear...and it's also the fucking description of every single relationship in the universe. Still, this helps me sleep at 3am (did I mention I have had insomnia for 3 weeks).
Of course, when I wake up this morning, I'm back to where I was at 3am...and that's pissed off. I am MAD that I met someone awesome for a couple of reasons. First, I wasn't even LOOKING for someone. I was happily having amazing fwb sex with a guy 10 years younger than me, which was doing wonders for my ego, if not my raging desire to settle down. Second, if every time you bite into a chocolate it's got coconut in it, you begin to assume that every chocolate is going to be filled with coconut. That's how I feel about guys. If every time I figuritively bite into one, he's a douche, then after awhile I am going to assume that they all are.
But the absolute worst part is, he isn't a douche. He's awesome. He took me out. He opened doors. He paid attention to things I said. He texted me first, or he responded when I texted. I keep telling myself not to listen to that little voice telling me he's too good to be true.
We'll see, Dominique...we'll see.
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