The first girl I ever seriously dated was when I was 23. I meet her when I saw her playing pool at a bar and thought she looked familiar. She was a great girl for me, willing to put up with all the fun I was trying to have and was friendly with all the other people I knew. She was a catholic and her family farmed just like mine. Well, they didn't put out any tobacco and didn't have a greenhouse, but they were farmers nonetheless. After 6 months of dating, I evaluated the relationship and decided that we weren't going to be able to make the big leap/commitment to each other that all romantic relationship should strive for and called it off.
The second girl I dated was very good for me also. She didn't live to far away, had the same occupation and career aspirations as me, and was fun most of the time. We got along great, but something wasn't quite how I thought it should be for a marriage and the rest of my life. She was seemingly losing interest in me and quit making herself available to me. I would wait until after 9 pm and she would have just quit working. When I pressed for how her day went or any bit of information, she would say she didn't want to talk about it. When I did get to see her, she was sleepy and wouldn't have much to say. We had been dating for a year when I broke up with her. The way I seen it, if we couldn't talk to each other or enjoy each others company, there was no particular good reason to continue dating.
She would take me back if I asked her. I don't think this is a good idea. From my point of view, if our chance with each other doesn't work out, our chance is gone. If it was meant to be, we wouldn't have gotten to that point. We still talk 2 to 3 times a week and are functioning as friends. However, she is close to losing those function if she wants to keep badgering me about why we aren't dating anymore.
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