How to end a casual dating relationship
So, when things freaked me out too much, I opted for the Irish goodbye. You start to wonder if you’d ever frequent the ‘casual’ lanes of Datesville either When all you share with another being is a round of niceties, streamlined with intoxicated kisses, laughter, and even, sex – how could that gravy train end? Especially so, when all you have been doing for a good recent while is downing bitter pills! Lo, you can taste the stars again Once the fire of rage has burnt down the bitterness, spread a sizzling yum platter for you, you’d do well to realize you hadn’t liked that dish at all! Maybe the universe is telling you that you didn’t need a LOSER! And it wasn’t like I was the only one who had Irish goodbye-d men, they casually dropped the mic on me too. But It wasn’t like I didn’t know things were headed towards an end – after all, we’d agreed it was but a ‘casual’ thing when I knew he wasn’t really my ‘type,’ except for being interesting enough to engage in pleasant conversation post those wonky work hours and good enough that I wouldn’t have to worry about sloppy kisses after all the drunken revelry – but I didn’t think ‘the end’ would happen like this. How can someone adjudge you to be ‘un-dateable’ when they weren’t even ‘dating’ you in the first place? are you holding up some blatant RED flags in Datesville…? But what if he was driven away by how you kissed, how you performed in bed? It felt like just when I was grazing my fingers on the surface of the band aid, trying to slowly pull off from a side, watching the skin make pointed tents whilst my head was tilted sideways, and my eyes cringing from the pull – he took the rest of the band aid in his own fingers and ripped it right off! And if this gravy train has ever stopped by your side and you have experienced being dumped by your – but you feel the shards of your broken pride pricking your insides and hurting you. And suddenly, you not only fear putting your foot through the door to make an entry into the ‘real relationships’ zone but are scared of frequenting the casual lanes of Datesville too! You start to form irrational fears in your head With that fear, you start to worry about being unattractive or too stubborn or just not ‘dateable.’ Yes, your high school crush had said as much when he broke your heart. Your friends just didn’t have the wherewithal to agree.
You’re better off working on yourself and devoting time to healing that neediness.
Not that I was crying bucketfulls, but my ice cream tub was out and I dodged the calls of my girls. I guess so – coz we weren’t ‘technically’ a couple. You are suddenly scared of the stories that’d be doing the rounds You had heard rumors about him being warned by a fleet of exes about your flaws. And you are suddenly scared if he’d be badmouthing you or giving away hilarious accounts of your sloppy kissing skills or drunken bjs over beer-with-buds! You learn that if getting rejected by someone you didn’t even like is a stab in the chest, you wouldn’t even want to feel the deathly blow of being rejected by someone you’d And the languid feeling swims about in your being, making you weak and you dwell on anger as the most effective coping strategy.