We’re on. We’re dating, going to fancy restaurants, movies, traveling, etc. We’re having phenomenal conversation. You’ve got me mentally. I’m diggin’ you. We’re making plans for a future, a life together. Dog or cat? Rural house with a picket fence? Or, the bright lights and sounds of city living? Small or large family? We’re comparing bucket lists and reveling in the sound of each other’s laugh. We are admiring each others smile.
Uh oh! Somethings changed. At first it’s small things. Not as much attention. Not as much talk about future plans. Some text and phone calls get answered while others get brushed off. What is this? What’s happening? I’m confused! What are these mixed signals being sent my way? We were good a week ago?!
The mixed signals are now playing with my mind. I don’t know what to do. How to feel. These mixed signals are driving me bonkers!
We’re officially off. We hate each other. We can’t stand to be in each others presence. We don’t communicate. Our conversation about the other has turned ugly, bitter. “Well he didn’t do……” “Well she said …..” The lovely tone we once used has been tarnished and is now filled with negativity, doubt, and loathing.
I’m drunk. I’m overcome with feelings. Reminiscing on what once was and what now exist. I text something sarcastic laced with a hint of attitude. You actually respond. Hmmmmmm. We play text Tango. Going back and forth with each other. Dancing round and round what we really want to say. Someone, I can’t remember who since I’m inebriated, but someone catches the other off guard. We decide to meet at a later date. We enjoy the experience. Now we are back, where we started, on again….. All of this because of some damn mixed signals.