Just for Kicks...

So,

I thought I found him. I thought I found “the one”.

I wasn’t so sure at first. He’s so involved in so many other people’s lives...so many come to him with questions expecting to him to solve their world... I just, well, I figured, someone so focused could never be the object of my affections.

The face of the matter remains, I was not always so enthralled. When I first started talking to him, I was overwhelmed! He knew so much and had so much to say that there were times I would walk away sure I was about to die. But he never promised to have all of the answers and so slowly but surely, I allowed him to give me suggestions, advice. He really got to know me...

Really well, actually. From the inside out, this guy has me pegged. Or so it feels. I say something and he tells me all of this stuff about myself! But he never acts like he has all the answers. He gives me options and choices and then we narrow the options down together. I leave with a better understanding of him and a better understanding of me.

Did I mention he is a doctor??

So, needless to say, I started visiting him often. I’ve had his address memorized from the beginning and so I would stop by – at first because I was curious...and then more and more just because there were things I wanted to know. Just being with him made me feel like there was so much more exploring to do!

I’m having a hard time, though. You see, it still all feels a little formal. And for as much as he can tell me about me...well, I don’t really know that much about him. I know a lot about what he’s passionate about...and I tell others the stuff he’s said, but... Oh! And sometimes he IS wrong. I mean not normally completely off-base...just not really that close. I can’t fault him for having some flaws but still. And I’m starting to get the impression he’s not really that interested in me. I mean, I can go to him all I want, but I don’t believe he’s ever come to talk to me.

And really, the whole relationship is driving me mad! Sometimes the ordeal leaves me paranoid, restless, nuts! Not to mention a complete and utter hypochondriac. It’s his blasted symptom checker...there’s always something wrong with me! Sometimes it is refreshing that he sees things I can’t but if it comes up...he can’t let it go and typically neither can I.

It’s just that, well, our communication is a little abnormal. I feel like it would help if we could talk on the phone or something, but, let’s be honest, I’ve searched the whole site and I have yet to find a number...

*sigh*

I suppose I would be better off letting this one go. Or simply just remaining friends. At least for now. It’s a complicated relationship but Oh WebMd, how I love thee...