So...dating?

It came to me during conversations over the last year that my first real adult relationship was with Him.

I think I am going to suck at this.

If there is, like, patience necessary, and uncertainty for days at a time on if someone is 'into you' or not, I may die. And I keep thinking about that book or guy or book guy that is titled "He's Just Not Into You."

Oh, and if my mother recommends one more self-help, how to sell your house, so-and-so was single for a whole YEAR thing to me, I may vomit.

Now, it has only been a month. I'm in big trouble, right? I mean, I might need to be medicated.