Dating to me, is like pouring a bowl of cereal.
There are times when you grab the box and anticipate how good those wheat chex are going to be, but when you go to pour it into the bowl you discover all that was left was the dust at the bottom of the box.
And then there are times when you pour a great, perfect sized bowl of cheerios, dump a couple of spoons of sugar on them, then open the fridge and find that you’re out of milk. That sucks.
Then there are times when you start pouring a bowl and as you approach the invisible mark you come to know in your favorite bowl as the “perfect amount”, you realize there’s not enough cereal to save for later so you keep pouring. You know it’s getting too full, but you keep pouring anyway. Then you reach the bottom of the box and find you now have no room for the milk. You don’t want to try to pour half of the cereal back in the box and make a mess so you trick yourself into believing the milk will fit anyway. Then you try to eat it all, but end up left with a half a bowl of wasted fruit loops, a mess on the table, and nothing left for tomorrow.
I just want a great bowl of cereal.
The man who can read all of this and truly "get" me, is the man I'd like to hear from.