So there we were, both having revealed really private but pivotal parts of ourselves within the first five minutes.
And in this vulnerable moment, he shifted from the class clown I had remembered in high school into a very real person who had also gone through his fair share of suffering and shame.
I decided to edit my list to just gluten and dairy, and he chose a Mexican restaurant.At dinner, it was apparent that we liked each other.After we ordered, he asked me politely about the reason for my dietary restrictions, and instead of evading the question with a vague reference to "health issues," I told him that I have Lyme disease and have been seriously ill for the last three-plus years.As I told him about it, I watched the expression on his face shift to one of interest—interest .And the fastest way to love and connection is to show the other person who you are right now, in this imperfect moment.
“Don’t even tempt me.”That was Ashley Pierce’s response when her friend Tammi tried to set her up with Walter.Sometimes dating is a great way to get me out of my head and out of bed, even when the latter seems impossible or undesirable at best.I hold steadfast to the belief that love and connection are healing; there are studies that prove this, but I think intuitively we all know it to be true.There weren't many, but notably one of the first likes was from a guy I went to high school with, one of the very guys I had considered blocking from seeing my post. An impression so lasting that I carried it with me a year later when I wrote him a Facebook message to see if he wanted to hang out before my move from New York back to our hometown. Because I knew he had seen that post, instead of giving him one of my vague "health reasons" explanations, I told him it's because I have Lyme disease, that alcohol and Lyme don't mix well, and that Lyme was why I was moving back to San Francisco, where my parents could help me out and where my doctor was.I wasn't thinking too seriously about us hanging out—just a little fun before I moved away—but the minute I was standing across from him in his kitchen, I knew it was going to be much more than that. He was looking at me so intensely as I revealed this, and I was thinking, I don't remember his eyes being this blue in high school.But I felt the conversation only coasting along at a superficial level, and my interest in him was waning.