Overthinking is what kills you.

Last weekend, I had a nice chat with my guy friend. I call him that because that’s the farthest I could call him. I can say he’s someone special because I’ll be honest, he really is. To call him my special someone is an entirely different thing. If you have read my previous post, this pretty much relates to the same person. When I asked him how he spent his birthday he was too eager to tell me the story. For some reason, I don’t know why I needed to hear that. But nevertheless, I listened like I always do. To cut it short, he met a girl his friend was “kind of” setting up for him to get to know. I asked him how well did he find her. He said she’s attractive (THAT KIND OF BROKE MY HEART, a little) ..but he doesn’t want to give her the impression that he’s into her. Because, he’s not exactly sure if he’s ready to dive back into the dating scenario. He said he’s just not ready to give it a go. I understand where that is coming from (but that’s not my story to share).

My overthinking capabilities have come up to two conclusions. One, he wants to let me know that he is not inviting the thought of dating someone. Two, he’s actually telling me that he’s not ready to date anyone – including…me.

Well, what do you think? I think I might have fallen already. Can’t I just stand up again?

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