I broke up with my ex almost 4 years ago, been "working on myself" ever since cause I was advised that was the best thing to do.(And don't get me wrong, it DEFINITELY was! Otherwise I would have traumatized someone else's child out there for no damn reason!) But here's the catch, I've legitimately spent 4 years….. focusing on MYSELF! My career, my mental health, my hobbies, my physical health, my friends, my family, my community, my sleep, my staying the hell away from any form of dating or situationship or any form of ship. Just me, my life, and my adorable betta fish (r.i.p I miss you buddy!) What's the problem you ask? Well now I'm "putting myself out there" and I'm starting to realize, Im ready to date because I'm at a place where I truly enjoy my single life as it is and I just want to share that with someone, BUT! I've become one of those people who loves talking about themselves so fucking much that they never even stop to ask the other person about themselves!! (HORRIFYING!) And then when I DO ask, my brain feels EMBARRASSED for them (what the fuck!) because I think "oh my God why did you put them on the spot they probably don't want to talk about themselves they are such great listeners!" And then I go home and I'm like wait….I don't know jack shit about my date, and they know waaaay too much about me already and I'm not comfortable about that…..BUT THAT'S CAUSE I HOGGED THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION! and the wildest part about this is I never mean to, and I never realize it's happening in real time (I'm starting to slowly) and when I do catch it, I get anxious that I'm overthinking and making my date uncomfortable by asking them about themselves. What the actual fuck! My sincerest apologies to those who have suffered through those dates with me! I hope you at least got a solid "you won't fucking BELIEVE this chick I just met up with!" story to tell your friends😬