So, I’m dating this nice young lady (ok, she’s 34, but if I call someone who is 3 years older than me young, it makes me feel better), and things seem to be going well. Her parents like me, her friends seem to think I’m an ok guy, we get along well, my family and friends -very much- approve of her, and she and I both seem to think that the other is the bee’s knees.
We just hung out and enjoyed each other’s company, and we didn’t even kiss for the first month.
The kissing was good.
About a week and a half ago, she told me that she was not comfortable with us holding hands and such in front of her friends, and she wanted to back off of the physical part of our relationship, didn’t want us to be referred to as boyfriend/girlfriend, nor as a couple. She said she needed to get to know me better before I could be something more to her. I went to a musical this weekend with her, and I felt like a leper. Her friends that live 900+ miles away got more physical affection than I did (hugs, walking arm in arm, etc). So, I’m resigned to the fact that we are not a couple, and all that, and she asks me to go to a party this weekend, and a party that I’m not invited to.
How the mother fück am I supposed to be invited to a party by someone of the opposite gender who I’m not on a date with, and not in some kind of relationship, but it’s still someone I’ve cuddled with and kissed?
Hence, I’m having my mind fücked with. Not nice.
I’m not leaving outside the asylum for a week or two.