Well, maybe it's still a bit too soon to call him "boyfriend" . . .
For the last 6 weeks, I've been dating a really amazing guy. He's the first person I've met that can keep up with me in conversations about philosophy, politics, art, everything. He's alarmingly handsome (dare I say, even out of my league). Our chemistry is off the charts. He's also kinda famous.
In the beginning, I was hesitant to meet him. But he was persistent, so I gave in and we arranged a first date. Everything I had expected about him (that he'd be vain and vapid) immediately went out the window and I was bowled over by how much I didn't just like him, I respected him. He has done more in his three decades than most people will achieve in a lifetime. Clearly, he liked me too, as we made out like teenagers that night, and he arranged another date for the very next day.
And so begins my new situation: I am smitten with a guy who I cannot bring myself to believe could ever truly like me as much as I like him. Normally I am an incredibly confident, independent, love-em-and-leave-em girl. In fact, I don't doubt it was those very qualities that initially attracted my new beau. But because of his success and because of his model-good-looks, I am having a very hard time enjoying the moment and not feeling like he must just be using me as a summer fling.
Due to his schedule, we can only get together once or — maybe — twice a week. I have no problem with this, and even maintain my distance, letting him come to me to arrange future get-togethers (which he does). I don't want to appear needy or blurt out my feelings too soon, but I have to confess that when we're in bed together, sometimes I'll look over at him and I don't feel excited or happy, I just think, "When he inevitably gets tired of me, it's going to SUCK."
How can I relax and enjoy just dating a wonderful new boy? How can I trust that he's genuinely into me?