I’m A 25-Year-Old Introvert Homebody Dating A 35-Year-Old Hockey Jock Who Loves To Party
He says he really likes me, maybe loves me. He wants to marry me, and he really plans to spend the rest of his life with me. However, I think he’s in love with the infatuated version of me. He’s in love with the person he sees of me, but it’s not really me.
I have a nice tan, an athletic body, and I know how to perform an oil change on my 2009 Toyota Corolla LE.
In other words, I’m hot in the guy’s world.
But, this is all on paper. This is the simple version of me that he perceives.
Because of these physical attributes — this equates to me somehow being phenomenal at sports, loving cars, being social. In reality, I have poor hand-eye coordination. I can hardly throw a frisbee without bruising someone’s face and I can hardly differentiate a Ferrari and a Lamborghini. What’s the difference anyways? They both look pretty classy to me.
I work out to be healthy, I love to be in the sun because I enjoy the heat — not pool parties. I know how to perform an oil change because I’m frugal. I don’t want to spend 50 bucks to pay someone to give me a half-ass oil change every 3,000 miles. I took this opportunity to learn. Also, who knows if the mechanic is giving me a 5W/30 instead of a 10W/30, which is what I need. I swear that’s all I know about cars, seriously.
To sum up, I work out and I perform a motor oil change. This means I just know how to take good damn care of myself.
His infatuation of me lasted for a while — until his friends decided to have a pool party and he invited me.
Slowly, he began realizing the real me: my true “abilities.”
I’m not good at beer pong, I’m not great at soccer, I’m certainly not excellent at skateboarding.
I can throw a ball, kick a ball, and skate a board but I’m not extremely phenomenal at it. Team sports wasn’t a thing for me when I was younger. He thinks I do not take enough credit for myself, but I know myself well enough.
Now he knows I suck at Beer Pong, Corn Hole, and Kan Jam. Plus, I’m not that social. I need to warm up to be with strangers.
He FINALLY understood that I am not that great at sports. Men just have to see it with their own eyes to believe it. No matter how many times I informed him, I am not that great at sports. He’s never believed me until NOW. But then, it makes me ponder.
Did he fall for me because he has an infatuation of me — that I’m athletic, extroverted, and sarcastic but he’s not actually interested in the real me — I’m certainly not dwelling over it, but it keeps me pondering. If one day, he realizes all those assumptions about me are just purely assumptions, will he still be interested and perhaps still be in love with me. Would he still want to spend the rest of his life with me?
We’re still together for now, but who knows what will happen to a introverted homebody and a hockey player …
To Be Continued…
