Are all men just immature little boys? Do they all think they are in a candy store where women are concerned, and that women have no more feelings than the peppermint or butterscotch between which they are choosing?
If a man begins developing a significant relationship with me, spends time almost every day for a week-and-a-half with me, calls me morning and night, he shouldn't then think I'm going to welcome with abandon his statement that he received winks from five women online and wants to go check them out. How is that supposed to make me feel?!
If that man thinks our relationship has promise—no, great promise—then he should be willing to focus on that for a certain period of time, x weeks or x months, to see if it will fly or crash. Then if that doesn't work, go back and check out all those other women. Trust me, they'll still be there.
All that said, I do have to reaffirm my belief that everything in the universe works out the way it should. I'm working hard to learn more about myself and take care of myself, so maybe this 10 days in heaven with Mr. Match was all about learning what I will no longer tolerate (up with which I will not put). I'm not his mother, to pat him on the head and say, "Okay, Sweetheart, go play with all your new friends and I'll be waiting here at home for you when you get tired." Enough with the codependency!
If Mr. Match is, indeed, Mr. Right, then my taking a stand and taking care of myself should merely increase his respect for me.
One can only hope. It sure seemed promising.
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