Aerosolpoetic

Dating is so much more difficult than having a girlfriend. I never know if a woman can read my intentions or not when I ask her out to dinner or lunch. Deciphering her intention is equally difficult. I wonder if I should come out and say how interested I am. I wonder if I’ll want to digest the reply over half eaten sushi or chicken salad.

I always take these conversations with myself back to writing and the necessity of taking risks. Why should I care what reply my words receive; should I care? I do.

Rejection is never fun but neither is self rejection by way of never saying anything at all. It’s like being so afraid of getting rejection letters from grad schools that I refuse to apply. Well I will definitely not get in if I don’t even apply. Maybe I should think about that the next time I look into the eyes of a crush across the table over dinner or maybe a mid-afternoon lunch

Maybe