Last night, one of my wing girls and I discussed a friend who complains about not having a lot of friends and never dating.
“She lives in a gated community within a gated community,” said WG.
“Wow. Talk about putting up walls,” I said.
“Literally.” WG nodded.
Her metaphorical barriers reminded me of a guy I dated years ago, who lived in a basement apartment, crowded with unpacked boxes and other junk. The shower head dripped at half juice. I felt like I could never get warm down there.
On the outside, he appeared to be kind, hardworking and fun. But it turned out, his life was a mess.
How do your surroundings mirror your romantic energy? What about people you’ve dated?