Dating?!

It is interesting at times, how the life experiences you miss out on when you’re younger, show up later in life. I never really dated in high school. I never really dated, ever, actually. The one big relationship I had in my life ended in marriage. Despite this, I have always been the one to be asked and give relationship advice. I’m not entirely certain as to why, but apparently I give good advice. However, saying and doing are two entirely different things. What brings this all to the forefront of my consciousness is I met a guy. Being of the poly persuasion, this does not have the world shaking affects on my marriage that you would think. My husband actually finds it fairly amusing. However, this is causing a great deal of pondering on my part. Normally this wouldn’t be that big a deal, but there are feelings involved. This guy is different. Now, I could live with him being just a casual thing, but I would be very unhappy about it. You’d think I would have learned after the…less then happy ending of my husband’s relationship with his girlfriend, but you’d be wrong. For the first time, in a long, I’m worried about whether he likes me. About how should I behave…you’d think I was in high school. It is, at the same time, both annoying and a little exciting. I always thought that the idea of being so twitterpatted that you had a hard time communicating was a TV trope. But it isn’t. *sigh* Yes…it’s true, there is guy out there the makes me have difficulties saying stuff. It’s rather amazing, really. What I really need to do is stop whinging on about it, just enjoy myself. He’s a wonderful man, and it’s worth it.