Armageddon Expectations

How I self sabotage in dating.

If you had expectations for an answer then it wasn’t really a question, was it?

I am incredibly aware of my emotions all of the time. I believe that’s called emotional intelligence. Thanks to therapy, I know exactly how to articulate how I feel when I feel it.

I am not incredibly aware of my expectations. I’m dating. Not around, not at the moment anyway. I’m dating one person. There’s a couple of problems with it. One is that I don’t know how to date. The other being that I have expectations.

At some point this year, I proclaimed that I wouldn’t have expectations. I’ve done a fantastic job convincing myself that I have had no expectations the entire year. Imagine my surprise when my potential main squeeze questioned my disappointment to his response to one of my questions with:

If you had expectations for an answer, then it wasn’t really a question, was it?

How.

Dare.

You.

Until that remark, I was under the allusion the I had no expectations of him or of anything else. Expectations are how pessimists thrive. I am not a pessimist. I am an optimist.