Meeting Nice Guys
I met someone over the weekend. Two somebodies actually. .
My awesome next-door neighbors invited me to hang out with them and their friends at the pool Saturday, which was where I met Nice Guy #1.
He caught my attention right away because he was the only half-cute and clearly single guy there. He was very chill, a little quiet, kinda dorky (I love dorky… come on I’m an uber-nerd at heart), and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me.
Throughout the course of the afternoon we talked a lot. At first the conversation revolved around the standard get-to-know-each-other stuff.
Nice Guy #1 is in school to become a therapist (DING DING DING!! I love therapy (and why wouldn’t you? you get to talk about yourself for an hour and the therapist validates all your feelings!) , and he definitely proved quickly that he’s the quiet/sincere/sensitive type. Although, ack, he’s probably the sort of guy who likes to talk about our feelings in a relationship. Ugh, no thanks. There’s a reason I generally only look at guys as sex objects.
