This morning, I let go of someone. I decided I was going to stop hoping and waiting. And being there for a person who obviously didn’t want me that much.
If you feel something is wrong, there is something wrong. The right person feels right. Sometimes, you can’t exactly pinpoint what’s wrong, but you have a gut feeling this person isn’t right for you, more often you know exactly what bothers you: it is usually a list of things, they do add up, don’t they? This was my case and I only needed a few days to make my decision, although it wasn’t supposed to happen today. But there was a last drop this morning, which precipitated things. He didn’t expect it, as he’s a good looking man and he knows it, very self-confident. Women must usually wait for him or be – too – patient, because he seemed surprised. It always amazes me that a man thinks a woman is just going to put up with such bad treatment: low commitment level, alternating between absent and mediocre communication, many emojis but no phone call.
When you’re in your 40s, no such time for that, and what a good thing I had never completely disconnected from the dating apps. Nor had he. This rang alarm bells in me and my friends, who were honest enough to remind me what that meant, even if there was no need. So here we go, I let him go, wished him well. He replied that I was great and he wished me the best. I guess I won’t be the last one he won’t be honest with. But this isn’t my problem anymore. He’s on Tinder and Happn and will charm you for sure, unless you can’t do balding men, and in that case you will have swept left and will never meet him!
What will probably stick in my memory box is that he had one of the best views of London and I did spend my first night there looking at it. I knew my visits to this flat would be scarce, even its perfection seemed wrong and soulless. He also did something terrible. Hence, he will never be forgotten. But this is for another post.
Female 40 dating 