This post is the second in a series. (Please read this post first, if you haven’t yet!)
Our second date was Halloween, and I couldn’t wait to see you again. I was sold on you, so sure, and so relieved by my certainty and decisiveness. We sat outside, on the docks at the Lake Chalet. Hours passed and the sun set, leaving only the twinkly white lights and the reflection of the moon to light our faces. Suddenly, you took my hand, leaned towards me, and kissed me. I had wanted you to. But I felt underwhelmed when it happened. As we walked to our cars, I found myself coping with a shattered fantasy. I hope you never read this because it might hurt you to know: my physical attraction to you had briefly faltered.
Have you experienced a shattered fantasy? I would love to hear about it!
