Awkward stage between friends and dating
There was another woman who I’d had a very odd relationship with before I let myself meet and date the first woman.
The second woman was something of a “project.” Her life had been a mess when I met her, and I had invested a tremendous amount of time in “rescuing” her.
Life doesn’t come with convenient signposts letting us know which is the path to happiness and which is the path to misery, so we’re stuck taking blind gambles. And we frequently end up with regrets that we carry to our graves.
She’s dated both of them, but the relationships have been very different. She saw things in him that she knew needed work — for both of them. There aren’t the highs and lows, but there also isn’t the magical connection.
Then we moved to the parking lot of a nearby convenience store. I told the woman I loved that I couldn’t marry her. I just couldn’t get the emotional courage to make the definite choice.
(I did finally buy an engagement ring for her, which I still have.) I talked to the other one, too.
He needs her — and wants her — so much that she feels guilty.
The first guy is about to move to the other side of the country.