What the Dating Gods Giveth, They Can Always Taketh Away

By now you all may have noted that I have a habit of getting myself into interesting situations, especially in terms of dating. But while the complications have all been unique, the one all-encompassing theme over the past year and a half has been that I have horrible dating karma.

Why else would I meet an adorable, funny, intelligent guy who rocks my world (at least so far), only to find out that he's most likely being transferred to Texas soon for his job?

But before I get into that, one thing should be noted: I don't normally make the first move with a guy, because I don't normally summon that kind of confidence (real or forced) that is required to do so. I'm usually a nervous wreck around guys who I meet in real life and not on the interwebs. I'm not that confident girl, as much as I've always wanted to be.

But this weekend, I swallowed my fears and decided that no one ever needs sugar that badly. I marched right over to Cup of Sugar's door, knocked, and told him I was out of coffee (lie-I had plenty). I said with the snow outside and it being a Sunday afternoon and all, a pot of coffee was just what I needed (lie - making out with him was just what I needed).

Somehow I managed to choke out "would you like a cup" and all of a sudden we are in my apartment, chatting away, enjoying each other's company. Which leads to him asking me to go to a movie and to dinner, which we proceed to do.

After dinner I invited him in for "more coffee". If he didn't know I was lying this time, I think he knew I was this time :-)

Cup of Sugar guy is pretty great --he's mature, drama free, and all about making me feel good. We saw each other on Monday, and we're going out to dinner again tomorrow.  And I am working on suppressing my tendency to be a clingy girl who obsesses about every little nuance of everything because frankly, he makes me happy when I'm with him and what more is there to analyze in the first few days of a new...thing?

So OF COURSE he would have to work for a company that is most likely packing up their Boston office and moving to Texas.

Of. Freaking. Course.