Jesse and the Jeep (because I’m enjoying aliteration at the moment)
Alright, getting back in the game. Time to talk about Jesse. Jesse was one of the most handsome men ever; I kind of got some John Legend vibes. He had one of the those smiles that you could tell came straight from his soul. The kind of smile that was so big, his eyes had no choice but to smile too. He was all-around adorable.
He and I spent a few months hanging out, going on dates, and chatting. Our conversations were left mostly on the surface; until one night. We had come back to my place for a night cap, and he finally opened up. He had told me things that about his past that he had never told anyone before. I felt like we were finally developing a deeper connection. Maybe it was the liquid courage.
As much as I wanted to feel that kind of connection all the time, it definitely wasn’t like that. I felt like I was always initiating and making concrete plans (a common theme in most of my relationships apparently). Then one day, I forced the ball into his court, and he made a plan. He picked a restaurant, and actually made a reservation!! GASP. It’s funny how something so simple means so much to me. He even asked if it was okay if he took the top off of the jeep because he didn’t want to mess up my hair! How stinkin’ thoughtful. Cause ya’ll know taming my mane takes time. After our dinner, we went to a comedy show, and it was so much fun! I hadn’t laughed that much in a long time. Jesse was heavy on the PDA, and I actually didn’t mind it. I mean, who wouldn’t want an adorable John Legend Lookalike to hold their hand all night? No one, that’s the answer. So of course, I enjoyed it.
However, soon the John Legend buzz started wearing off and his actions started painting him in my head as someone who may have some maturing to do.
I understand that everyone has various circumstances in life that may temporarily derail your life path. Sometimes you have to move back in with your parents, and that’s okay! But, when you finally get a new apartment and you decide to continue to stay at your mom’s house because she has a TV, that presents a bit of a red flag for me. Or, when you lose your wallet and it turns out to be in the back pocket of your jeans you wore a week ago..
I admit, maybe I was being a bit unfair. I honestly think I just became hyper aware of all the little things. I don’t necessarily think he was immature. I think for a 26-year-old, he was exactly where he should’ve been. I just happen to be an old soul, so I was physically a 30-year-old woman, but mentally a 75 -year-old grandma (lol). I needed someone to meet me halfway.
This is in no way meant to bash this guy. He was really a great guy. I just felt like the age-gap came to be a little too apparent for me. I knew that he would make someone very happy one day. I just knew that he wasn’t the right person for me at that time. I needed a little more stability than he could provide. So, slowly, our communication began to fizzle out. There was no grand exit, just maybe more of an Irish goodbye.
GREEN FLAGS:
- Friendly
- Amazing smile
- Successful career
- Not afraid to make it known we were together
RED FLAGS:
- Never making plans
- A level of immaturity (age-gap debacle)
- Surface level connection
Swipe Right.