One of the things that Grant* and I struggle with, is my occasional “internal freak-outs”, in which I get silly scared about how quickly things are moving between us. Mind you, these are not horrible sessions of freaking out where I decide that this isn’t going to work, but rather, mini (real mini) panic attacks. Prior to meeting Grant*, I had spent 3-years on and off internet dating websites, going out with different fellas and always hitting a dead-end (be it my choice or theirs). I had succumbed to the fact that I would remain single, press on in my career, continue to date chumps, write about them and adopt children when I was good and ready. I was OK with that, though I will not say that it would have been an ideal choice for me. Then Grant* came along and turn my world topsy turvy.
Let’s go down a list of the top 3 things that have caused aforementioned freak-outs and the internal monologues that occurred with each… (more…)