Why won't men commit? This dilemma has plagued me for as long as I've been dating. It's been enough to make me throw up my hands and surrender. Men have flocked and buzzed their little heads off, vying for my attention, waving gifts of flowers and music in addition to romancing me with midnight phone calls because they "just want to hear my voice." Where do these men come from? They may be drawn by my individuality and the nonchalant way that I carry myself. They may be intrigued by my independence and my non-conforming style. They maybe even be curious at the fact that I wasn't initially interested in them. It never mattered much to me. They come and go. There haven't been many who were on their toes enough to keep me piqued or more than lukewarm in interest.
But I was dating one guy (if you want to call it dating) that I had known for over 5 years. He was drawn to me. He had been for years. It was obvious. We tried to hang out, no commitment, at his insistence. It was fun for a while because my interest lay elsewhere. Nevertheless, we enjoyed strolling down Central Park West and dining in little cafes, where he'd tell me how intelligent and sexy I was. It gave me a flutter to know that this man was cultured, articulate, ambitious and desired me. It was like the proverbial Mr. Right sitting right under your nose. Pretty soon, it was more than obvious that I was digging him. We were doing that open and honest thing, so I divulged a few of my securely hidden feelings. He said he "cared" too, and finally I figured that I had someone who would enjoy gallery openings, theatre and dance ensembles with me.
