Well friends, welcome back—there is much to catch you up on.
I want to start by issuing a formal apology (which could very well be my second one this year) for being a bit behind on my blogging, my advice and my adventures. You see, I’ve been a bit busy "practicing what I preach" so to speak.
I’ll spare you all the sugary-coated details (for now) and get right to the point.
I have been dating an extremely wonderful guy for the last six months and we have taken a major step in our relationship and have officially moved in together.
(Insert general crowd cheer here)
Are you still with me? Good. I’m just getting started.
It was a little over six months ago that he and I met. I have to say it has been an absolute pleasure to get to know him, hang out with him, and yes, wake up next to him.
It’s always nerve-racking when I, David Cruz III, Mr. Cupid himself, heads to the trenches to date. I often feel that my affinity for love screams out something like: “IM A CRAZY CAT LADY” or “I WANT KIDS AND MARRIAGE BEFORE MY GAY UTERUS SHRIVELS UP ”
That’s how I feel at least.
Maybe the first date with me isn’t really that big of a deal—but I do have a journalistic responsibility to you (my readers) to be an inspiration and a leader on the right thing to do. And yes, before you say it, moving in after six months is a little trigger happy of me—but I know that I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t feel 100 percent right about it.
You know that thing they say about how you know when its right… I know that feeling now. But for the record it wasn’t without its own challenging journey.
I am someone whose relationship life has been sprinkled with highs and lows. I share every one of these moments with all my readers, in hopes that I can put some perspective on this crazy world of love and dating.
So for those who follow—it’s been a long time coming, this moment. This so called “feeling” and it feels amazing.
Both cautious and strategic we moved forward into dating. At first just casual, then systematic and then it was sleepover city!
Naturally as time progressed and weeks turned into months, I started to ask myself the paranoid questions like:
Will this pass the two-week test? Will he lose interest? I wonder if he’s serious? Does he have online accounts that I should know about? Are we exclusive?
My brain started to swell with insecurities and paranoia! It was the most annoying thing on Earth! Why do we get this way? What makes a completely sane and secure person fall apart when they meet someone? When will we ever stop thinking that we are not worthy of the universe giving us something we deserve?
When I was a young journalist I was taught about the “Five W’s (Who, What, Where, When, Why)—They were the most important questions that one must ask in order to “get the complete story.” If you failed to ask all of those questions your story would be incomplete and you ultimately, as a student, would fail the class.
So, as I sat in paranoia, deep in newfound insecurities, I wondered—Was it the five W’s that once gave me passing scores in college that now curse my dating life?
I couldn’t (not) ask these questions. After all it’s only the obvious and responsible thing to do.
But what about my other friends who were not journalists? Why did the social worker, the architect and the businessman all ask the same questions and have the same insecurities?
Deep inside were we all really Pulitzer Prize-winning journalists?
Then, like a ton of bricks, it hit me. The answer was simple and also part of my studies as a young j