I remember Valentines Day as a pre-teen/teenager in junior high...my Dad used to surprise me by having a dozen long stem red roses wrapped in red tissue paper and gently set in a white box delivered to my school. I was the happiest girl - no boy could top my Dad.
Somewhere along the line, that got lost. And by that I mean...the expectations that I was supposed to have for a guy. They got lowered and lowered and lowered. And now....I don't even celebrate Valentine's Day. I told my boyfriend not to even bother getting me a thing. After all....you can't be disappointed in what you don't have expectations for.
But tonight after a tall glass of wine (just one glass, I promise) I realized that by not having expectations, I'm just settling.
Settling is what I did when I got married.
Hmmm....time to start re-thinking this whole "dating expectations" thing.
Somewhere along the line, that got lost. And by that I mean...the expectations that I was supposed to have for a guy. They got lowered and lowered and lowered. And now....I don't even celebrate Valentine's Day. I told my boyfriend not to even bother getting me a thing. After all....you can't be disappointed in what you don't have expectations for.
But tonight after a tall glass of wine (just one glass, I promise) I realized that by not having expectations, I'm just settling.
Settling is what I did when I got married.
Hmmm....time to start re-thinking this whole "dating expectations" thing.
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