Commitment: why go through all the hassle? Let's just call it a night.

Ok, so here's the shniz... I am a commitment phobic. *cries of outrage and disgust from the balcony* Yes I know, cover your eyes! Shun, shun my cretinous vile self, but it's still true. I have a tendency to unconsciously date men I really don't like that much, that way when I feel like it's getting to serious I have no problem dumping them because I know I feel nothing. Also, if he doesn't really like me I won't give two craps and a donkey. This is a new realization I have come to and now that I know it I think I wish I could forget it again.

Today I was faced with a situation that has the potential to place me on one of two paths. Path 1: the path to acceptance and recovery. Path 2: the path to happily rolling in the phobic muck and wiggling it between my toes.

Once upon a time there was a young man; we'll call him Casanova. Now, Casanova is a smart, biting noble man who has a way with the young maidens of this fair land. Until one day young Casanova decided to go to a party on New Years where he met a snarky maiden brimming with witty conversation, high heels and tequila. This nights merriment ushered forth a friendship cultivated via carrier dragon (modern day translation: online) through witty banter, casual flirting and off color teapot jokes.

Little did Casanova know, this maiden he was talking to, happened to be one of the elusive cursed damsels in distress, that everyone always seems to hear stories about, but never really saw in person. Must be all the lights, they can't be good for the complexion...

But, back to our story... This young Maid was cursed to believe that love does not exist and she must run from anyone who might stir any emotions of the heart. Casanova tried his best, but the fair maiden kept dodging his advances. Eventually, after a day of humorous shared speculations on the traits of the Goat Herder, Casanova could take it no longer and asked in his last message for her to accompany him on an outing.

My lady stumbled on her words when reading Casanova's request. Her mind was telling her to say no, since Casanova was way to smooth and the heart is a traitorous thing, but her sneaky little friend Maid Andi scribbled an acceptance to Casanova before she had a chance to reply... (Andi is now going to be tortured then fed to the dragon for her traitorous act! Poor Maid Andi.)

Back to modern day... So that's the poo. Now I have this "thing" I have agreed to go on and all I can think is run, run while you still can!!!!

I am such a lucky girl... I'm not afraid of the dark, small places, spiders, scary movies... nope, for me, any relationship that might actually lead somewhere, now that will make me pee my pants!