Last week I was on a date and all I wanted was for the ocean to open up and swallow me into the depths of its abyss.
I sat patiently across from this gentleman as he shared his life story for 55 minutes- which may not sound excessive, however we were only together 65 minutes in total. It was as if he was swimming for his life and didn't want to come up for air, for fear of missing a stroke. In the meantime, I was drowning in boredom, hypothermia setting in from inactivity as conversation was onesided. The only life preserver was that I had a meeting to attend. Thank goodness we only signed up for the 50 meter front crawl. The real problem was he only knew the sidestroke- so I was always meters ahead. At the finish line I said my good bye - did the swimmers tuck, roll and pushed off.
Guess every once in a while, we need to enter the water at our own risk because if we don't take the plunge we will never learn to swim. Now I understand why most dating coaches and matchmakers suggest we make our first encounters short and sweet- TREAD WATER!
Lesson learned for the future: never dive into the water before knowing if there are any rocks!
XO
Cheryl
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