I have been dating this 44-year-old guy — who still lives with his parents, I might add — since the middle of August. He is kind-hearted and has a good soul. On our first date he asked me to meet him at a mall I’d never been to, and it wasn’t even a halfway point between us. He brought his mother was with him because she needed to go to the mall for some things and she doesn’t drive. Anyway, in the four-and-a-half months I’ve been with this man, I’ve been doing all the driving down to his place because he claims he has a phobia about going to new places. Once I drive there, we go out and do things around where he lives at places he’s familiar with. He gives me gas money once in a while because I’m a single mom and can barely afford all the gas to drive the 20 miles each way to his place. I’ve told him that maybe he needs to speak to someone about his phobia. Also, once I’m at his parents’ place, he wants me to go up to his bedroom. I don’t know what to do other than to give him an ultimatum that I will not come down to his place until he decides to come to mine? — Designated Driver
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I used to have an expiration date, like eggs or 2% milk. Nine months was my limit; nine months of dating and then a guy gave me my walking papers. But tomorrow will be one year since my boyfriend and I met each other at a birthday party and sometime in the next couple of weeks, we will have been dating for one year.
This whole experience has definitely been weird for me: I’d been single for the past two years and now I share a sock drawer and a toothbrush holder with someone. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much things have changed in the last year: