Sex & the Single Woman: Not the Norm

For quite some time now I have slipped into an easy pattern when it comes to the men I am interested in. My cycle goes something like this: I become interested, over-analyze every interaction we have (like the 13-year-old girl I am), rejoice as things go well, and sigh frustratedly when they inevitably don’t work out.  Always.

Truth be told, there is a new someone teetering on the edge of maybe being more than a friend, but my reaction to him is nothing like my normal behavior. First off, I’m eerily laid back about it, not interesting in over-analyzing or stressing. Secondly, I am not in a hurry to lock in any kind of label. It is what it is, and I’m not going to push it.

For someone who is the most Type A person on the planet, this behavior reads very strange. What does it all mean?

I’m torn between being convinced that nothing will come out of it because I am so laid back and being convinced that this is something special because I am so laid back about it.

Either way, I am taking the quiet confidence I’m experiencing and enjoying it. It’s actually kind of a relief to not be stressing about a guy.