Whenever I find myself crying or complaing about a relationship, my mother would always say, "Croce e delizia." This is an Italian phrase which translates to "cross and delight." It's used to describe something that gives pain and plesure at the same time. With these words she would remind me that even though I was said at that given moment, the relationship had brought happiness in the past.
I'd say the phrase is pretty accurate for a lot of my relationships.
Why are my mother's words ringing in my ear? Easy. My budding
Prima, la delizia
I am really starting to like him. A lot. We had fun when we first started dating, but it was fun that I usually have when I first meet someone. As Maxi and I like to say, "They all are fun" in the beginning. However, since I've been hanging out with him, I feel like I'm really starting to like him. The last time we went out to dinner, I had quite an odd experience. We were enjoying dinner in a small local restaurant. We had almost finished our meals, so we were talking quite a lot. We were exchanging stories, laughing, and carrying on. For a second, I felt as if we were togeher in a bubble. I felt like we were the only people in the room, which is weird since I'm usually always scanning the room cognizant of my surroundings. For a second, I got "lost" in his company, such that nothing else mattered. I know this experience sounds awfully romantic. Have you ever had this happen, Maxi?
I am liking him a lot, and this is where La Croce comes in.
La Cosa Piu Importante, La Croce
I feel as if my love is unrequited. We've been hanging out for 2 months now. We've been out on average twice a week. We briefly made out on the second date. Other than that, he barely touches me! That fact that things haven't gotten physical (I'm not ready for sesso just yet, I just would like a little m. o.ing once in a while! ) makes me feel like I'm his ugly fat friend who has a good personality so he keeps me around.
"It's cool. I don't like fat girls anyway."
Looking for answers, friends tell me that their now husbands didn't kiss them until several months into the dating process. Yahoo! tells me that the first three months should be about learning about the other person and having fun. My head tells me that he's just not that into you.
All in all, I think that if he's causing me so much distress, I shouldn't worry about him anymore. I've tried to carry out the first step several times, but to no avail. He always ends up calling me after all. Maybe today things will be different.
Now, if you'd excuse me, I have to run. There's a number in my black book that needs to be deleted.
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