Shortly after I had finally rid myself of The Crazy One, I found myself having life chats with Maria, and bemoaning the fact that I seem to attract crazies. There was definitely gin involved, which definitely had something to do with my agreeing to let her set me up with her boyfriend’s brother.
I had come to the conclusion that since my own choices in romance had thus far been unsuccessful, Maria’s choice couldn’t be any worse. So, after much to-ing and fro-ing between the sentiments of “this is a terrible idea” and “what’s the worst that could happen”, the date was set. That he lives in another city meant I had just over an hour on a bus to internally compile a list of all the reasons it was a terrible idea – it was Friday 13th, (totally not superstitious…) I wouldn’t have anything to say, we wouldn’t recognise each other, we would hate each other… You get the idea. So, of course, by the time I got there, I was stupidly nervous and my commitment phobe instincts were telling me to run away and abandon the whole thing.
However, as he was waiting for me when I got off the bus, this wasn’t really an option. (I suspect this was part of Maria’s plan.) So, the date went ahead, and, contrary to my fears and superstitions, was a success. This definitely had something to do with the fact that we went to a Christmas market – the availability of mulled wine eased the nerves, Christmas is an easy conversation topic, and our attempts at ice-skating were quite something.
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Tip for fellow commitment phobes: if you ever find yourself considering/being coerced into going on a blind date, my advice would be plan to do some sort of activity together; organised fun takes some of the pressure off.
Jake, the current boyfriend, couldn’t be more different from The Crazy One – brownie points for that (and many other things, including building an Eiffel Tower model out of matchstick-sized pieces of wood for my Paris themed birthday party) – so far so good. I suppose, if I’m completely honest, I think the reason is that I am definitely the crazy one in this relationship, and, (touch wood) this scenario seems to be working quite nicely for me. Life lesson learnt: if you find someone who can cope with your kind of crazy, suppress commitment phobia (at least temporarily).