I've finally found somebody who likes me, but there's a problem
Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:21 am
The problem is me, my mind and anxiety.
To give a bit of background, I've suffered from anxiety since I was about 11 years old. That's 14 years in which I've had to live with it and deal with it in varying degrees of success. Most people are apprehensive about the unknown, I am terrified by it. When I get anxious I'm prone to panic attacks, I completely lose my appetite and eat hardly anything throughout any given day, I can't even stay properly hydrated. I focus endlessly on the negatives and any moment where I don't feel like I'm about to throw up is precious. I'm typically like this before any big event in my life, but it can happen in even the most innocuous situations too (going out for dinner, for example).
Here's the situation: I've been messaging this girl whose profile I found about a month ago on an online dating site that I've been registered on for a while. We've spoken a lot in that time, found out we have a lot in common, and swapped phone numbers. That was about two weeks after first contact, we've texted each other dozens of times since then and we arranged our first date for Thursday night (a couple of days ago) in a nice pub. Predictably, in the days leading up to it, I was a mess. Panic attacks were a daily occurrence and I had a permanent fear of screwing everything up, knowing that this girl likes me* and worrying that a chance like this may not come around again for a very long time.
* I was so sure she liked me because I had originally suggested a first meeting for next week when we were going to be at the same football match. But she asked if I'd prefer this week because she was off work, so there was an eagerness to move things along from her point of view.
The date itself was fine. We met on time, we talked for three hours with scarcely any awkward silences. We made each other laugh, I complimented her, she was receptive and was just as kind about me. There were moments where I could feel some anxiety brewing in the back of my head but I was just about able to suppress it and carry on. At the time, I did allude to the fact that I was nervous before and even during the date, to which she'd respond with "Aww well I'm not that scary", or words to that effect. Of course I wasn't going to go into complete details about exactly how anxious I'd been, but she'd said enough to put me off going any further because I didn't want to make her feel like the bad person in all this.
When the date came to an end and we were saying goodbye, I made sure to tell her I had a good time and suggested that we do it again another time, because I did have a good time and I really enjoyed being with her. She was eager to meet again and we talked about some provisional times. We hugged - a few times - before we both left.
So, mission accomplished, right? I didn't screw everything up, she likes me, I like her, what could be left to be anxious about?
The fact that I've never got this far before.
If fear of messing it up was what was getting me before, then after a couple of days trying to specifically pin down why I've been feeling so stressed since then, I've concluded that it's a fear of the unknown. After years of trying, I've never progressed to the second date but I now know that this is going there (we're meeting again tomorrow night) and, in all likelihood, beyond that as well. I can't put into words how angry I've been with myself for allowing my mind to get the better of what should be a joyous moment. I've been waiting for this time to come along for years, mentally rehearsed all the things I'd do and say and yet it finally comes around and I start to question whether I'm really ready for it.
I need to know a few things. Firstly, am I a freak for feeling this way? I really like this girl, she's reciprocating, and yet I just feel worry and fear all the time, not excitement about what could be a great new chapter in my life. This doesn't strike me as a normal reaction to the situation. I was thinking of telling her tomorrow about most of the extent to which I suffer from anxiety and how it affects how I behave, because I feel a need to be open about this. But then I'm worried that I'd scare her off, that I wouldn't be the man she's looking for after all, and how I'd have to start all over again with somebody else. Is it wise to be honest about such a thing? For what it's worth, she does not strike me as having any mental demons to overcome, certainly not to the extent that I've got at least. If now is not the time, then when is the time? Because I'm honestly not sure how long I can hold out like this without going to see a doctor and getting some medication to treat this - a thing I've been reluctant to do previously, although I received counselling for stress & anxiety seven years ago.
Sorry for the wall of text, as you can tell, this has been on my mind for a while now.
To give a bit of background, I've suffered from anxiety since I was about 11 years old. That's 14 years in which I've had to live with it and deal with it in varying degrees of success. Most people are apprehensive about the unknown, I am terrified by it. When I get anxious I'm prone to panic attacks, I completely lose my appetite and eat hardly anything throughout any given day, I can't even stay properly hydrated. I focus endlessly on the negatives and any moment where I don't feel like I'm about to throw up is precious. I'm typically like this before any big event in my life, but it can happen in even the most innocuous situations too (going out for dinner, for example).
Here's the situation: I've been messaging this girl whose profile I found about a month ago on an online dating site that I've been registered on for a while. We've spoken a lot in that time, found out we have a lot in common, and swapped phone numbers. That was about two weeks after first contact, we've texted each other dozens of times since then and we arranged our first date for Thursday night (a couple of days ago) in a nice pub. Predictably, in the days leading up to it, I was a mess. Panic attacks were a daily occurrence and I had a permanent fear of screwing everything up, knowing that this girl likes me* and worrying that a chance like this may not come around again for a very long time.
* I was so sure she liked me because I had originally suggested a first meeting for next week when we were going to be at the same football match. But she asked if I'd prefer this week because she was off work, so there was an eagerness to move things along from her point of view.
The date itself was fine. We met on time, we talked for three hours with scarcely any awkward silences. We made each other laugh, I complimented her, she was receptive and was just as kind about me. There were moments where I could feel some anxiety brewing in the back of my head but I was just about able to suppress it and carry on. At the time, I did allude to the fact that I was nervous before and even during the date, to which she'd respond with "Aww well I'm not that scary", or words to that effect. Of course I wasn't going to go into complete details about exactly how anxious I'd been, but she'd said enough to put me off going any further because I didn't want to make her feel like the bad person in all this.
When the date came to an end and we were saying goodbye, I made sure to tell her I had a good time and suggested that we do it again another time, because I did have a good time and I really enjoyed being with her. She was eager to meet again and we talked about some provisional times. We hugged - a few times - before we both left.
So, mission accomplished, right? I didn't screw everything up, she likes me, I like her, what could be left to be anxious about?
The fact that I've never got this far before.
If fear of messing it up was what was getting me before, then after a couple of days trying to specifically pin down why I've been feeling so stressed since then, I've concluded that it's a fear of the unknown. After years of trying, I've never progressed to the second date but I now know that this is going there (we're meeting again tomorrow night) and, in all likelihood, beyond that as well. I can't put into words how angry I've been with myself for allowing my mind to get the better of what should be a joyous moment. I've been waiting for this time to come along for years, mentally rehearsed all the things I'd do and say and yet it finally comes around and I start to question whether I'm really ready for it.
I need to know a few things. Firstly, am I a freak for feeling this way? I really like this girl, she's reciprocating, and yet I just feel worry and fear all the time, not excitement about what could be a great new chapter in my life. This doesn't strike me as a normal reaction to the situation. I was thinking of telling her tomorrow about most of the extent to which I suffer from anxiety and how it affects how I behave, because I feel a need to be open about this. But then I'm worried that I'd scare her off, that I wouldn't be the man she's looking for after all, and how I'd have to start all over again with somebody else. Is it wise to be honest about such a thing? For what it's worth, she does not strike me as having any mental demons to overcome, certainly not to the extent that I've got at least. If now is not the time, then when is the time? Because I'm honestly not sure how long I can hold out like this without going to see a doctor and getting some medication to treat this - a thing I've been reluctant to do previously, although I received counselling for stress & anxiety seven years ago.
Sorry for the wall of text, as you can tell, this has been on my mind for a while now.