So, I’m dating.

It’s been a while. And it’s strange. Maybe, it’s because I’m older. Maybe it’s because I’ve changed. Maybe it’s because the world has changed. But the wild tangle of emotion that I remember isn’t so wild and tangled.

Don’t get me wrong — I like this guy. I really like this guy. I like this guy more than I’ve liked all the other guys I’ve dated. And it’s just that simple. No doubt, no angst, no drama.

There’s just one niggling fear.

I’m cautious by nature and absolutely defensive when it comes to my heart. I used a Wizard of Oz reference to explain to a couple of my girlfriends why I was going so slowly in this relationship. I told them that I was waiting for the psycho behind the curtain to make an appearance.

But that’s not what I’m really afraid of.

The thing that scares me in the middle night is the thought that it’s been three months now, and there’s been no sign that he’s secretly psychotic.

That’s the thing that scares me. What if he’s not too good to be true. What if he’s … (I can barely think it, much less write it down.)

Ugh. I take it all back. There’s drama…

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