So, there's this girl...isn't there always?
In this case, it's a gal that I met down here in the states. We dated briefly in the fall, but she ended it because she wasn't ready to date again. She's a divorcee, single mother of a 6-year old boy, and still recovering from an abusive relationship. Totally understandable, of course.
The thing is...she is, in my eyes, perfect. She hits pretty much every button for me in what I look for in a potential future companion. And even she admits we have some sort of connection. Right now, we're hanging out a bit more as friends after a few months of not hearing from each other (my fault; depression's hit me bad in the last few months). And she's considering patching things up with her ex. It kills me that she's considering it, not just because of the connection me and her have, but also that she openly admits that she wouldn't be happy going back with him. It's one of those situations where she would prefer the devil she knows rather than the fear of the unknown and having to start from scratch again with dating.
Again, this is all stuff I can completely understand. It might drive me mad because of how much I'm into her, but I understand. I've been there. I was in a 3-year relationship once that was 2 years too long. We were both afraid of never finding someone again. I digress.
I had a realization recently, though: this particular gal - we'll call her Mandy (the single mother) - reminds me a lot of the one that got away. Not the above mentioned 3-year relationship, but another.
Brief backstory: The one that got away, we'll call her Danielle, I've known just about literally all my life. We've known each other since Grade 2. We dated only through long-distance, and never living in the same postal code area while we were both single. We've been friends longer than anything else. We connect so well and know each other so well that we know how to make the other feel better and meet on the same level on just about everything, even if our interests may vary a little.
Now, with Danielle, I've long accepted that her and I will never be. She's now married with a kid and I honestly, truly couldn't be happier for her. She's had a rough life, with a deadbeat dad she never knew, and an abusive mother. Her husband is an amazing guy and she's unsurprisingly become an amazing mother.
That said...she basically ruined me for any other woman. Because we connected (and still connect, though on a friends' basis) so well, share a variety of interests, not to mention personal opinions on social issues, it's hard for me not to compare her with other women.
With Mandy, she is absolutely the closest thing I've met that is like Danielle. Not to say that she's exactly alike, and in fact they differ in many ways. But as far as the type of woman? She's perfect.
Believe me, I know it's completely unhealthy to compare. Not to mention obsess, as a friend of mine put it. But it's almost impossible. Danielle didn't just set the bar, but she was also my first love. It's not just type of woman, but in the sort of things that I'm attracted to, physically, mentally, spiritually, the whole nine yards.
And...yeah. Sorry for the incredibly long rant about this. I'm not even sure if I'm looking for advice or just needing to get this off my chest. Feel free to say what you wish about the matter, though. Though please refrain from saying "Sounds like you still want to boink Danielle." Which is...partly true, I suppose. But as I said, I've moved on as far as knowing me and her will never happen. It's the moving on part that's hard after she's set the bar so high.
In this case, it's a gal that I met down here in the states. We dated briefly in the fall, but she ended it because she wasn't ready to date again. She's a divorcee, single mother of a 6-year old boy, and still recovering from an abusive relationship. Totally understandable, of course.
The thing is...she is, in my eyes, perfect. She hits pretty much every button for me in what I look for in a potential future companion. And even she admits we have some sort of connection. Right now, we're hanging out a bit more as friends after a few months of not hearing from each other (my fault; depression's hit me bad in the last few months). And she's considering patching things up with her ex. It kills me that she's considering it, not just because of the connection me and her have, but also that she openly admits that she wouldn't be happy going back with him. It's one of those situations where she would prefer the devil she knows rather than the fear of the unknown and having to start from scratch again with dating.
Again, this is all stuff I can completely understand. It might drive me mad because of how much I'm into her, but I understand. I've been there. I was in a 3-year relationship once that was 2 years too long. We were both afraid of never finding someone again. I digress.
I had a realization recently, though: this particular gal - we'll call her Mandy (the single mother) - reminds me a lot of the one that got away. Not the above mentioned 3-year relationship, but another.
Brief backstory: The one that got away, we'll call her Danielle, I've known just about literally all my life. We've known each other since Grade 2. We dated only through long-distance, and never living in the same postal code area while we were both single. We've been friends longer than anything else. We connect so well and know each other so well that we know how to make the other feel better and meet on the same level on just about everything, even if our interests may vary a little.
Now, with Danielle, I've long accepted that her and I will never be. She's now married with a kid and I honestly, truly couldn't be happier for her. She's had a rough life, with a deadbeat dad she never knew, and an abusive mother. Her husband is an amazing guy and she's unsurprisingly become an amazing mother.
That said...she basically ruined me for any other woman. Because we connected (and still connect, though on a friends' basis) so well, share a variety of interests, not to mention personal opinions on social issues, it's hard for me not to compare her with other women.
With Mandy, she is absolutely the closest thing I've met that is like Danielle. Not to say that she's exactly alike, and in fact they differ in many ways. But as far as the type of woman? She's perfect.
Believe me, I know it's completely unhealthy to compare. Not to mention obsess, as a friend of mine put it. But it's almost impossible. Danielle didn't just set the bar, but she was also my first love. It's not just type of woman, but in the sort of things that I'm attracted to, physically, mentally, spiritually, the whole nine yards.
And...yeah. Sorry for the incredibly long rant about this. I'm not even sure if I'm looking for advice or just needing to get this off my chest. Feel free to say what you wish about the matter, though. Though please refrain from saying "Sounds like you still want to boink Danielle." Which is...partly true, I suppose. But as I said, I've moved on as far as knowing me and her will never happen. It's the moving on part that's hard after she's set the bar so high.