Surely, you must've found yourself muttering this phrase or even saying it out loud on more than one occasion. Quite frankly, I don't think I go a week without doing so myself. My friends like to point out that I am very 'pragmatic' in my observations and should perhaps work on this but it really seems to be true!
Case in point: you meet a great personable guy who has a head on his shoulder, career that is well under-way and on auto-pilot with nary an emotional problem in sight when, all of a sudden, on date #X he reveals that he has an incurable chronic infectious disease [that I will not specify further]. Other that this one little fact, he seems perfect. Suddenly, two things come to mind: 1 - what happened to full disclosure BEFORE or at least by the first date regarding such a potentially huge issue and 2 - am I ready to deal with this unexpected turn of events?
Regarding #2, I can say that, honestly, yes I am ready. It helps that the exact same thing has happened before which has prepared me well for the discussions involved and issues needing to be addressed. But the thorn remains: it truly appears that for someone to land a good man, he either needs to be a home-wrecker or be prepared to repeatedly expose himself to at least a minimal baseline risk of acquiring an incurable infectious disease and hope for the best. Otherwise, you're stuck with an emotionally stunted child with a chemical dependency problem or worse.
I'll take the latter and keep my Costco-sized Post Exposure Prophylaxis kit by my nightstand. Oh, and get tested again. Perhaps, there's a possibility I won't need to worry about it so much and the anxiety will all disappear [or so one can only hope]. . . .
Case in point: you meet a great personable guy who has a head on his shoulder, career that is well under-way and on auto-pilot with nary an emotional problem in sight when, all of a sudden, on date #X he reveals that he has an incurable chronic infectious disease [that I will not specify further]. Other that this one little fact, he seems perfect. Suddenly, two things come to mind: 1 - what happened to full disclosure BEFORE or at least by the first date regarding such a potentially huge issue and 2 - am I ready to deal with this unexpected turn of events?
Regarding #2, I can say that, honestly, yes I am ready. It helps that the exact same thing has happened before which has prepared me well for the discussions involved and issues needing to be addressed. But the thorn remains: it truly appears that for someone to land a good man, he either needs to be a home-wrecker or be prepared to repeatedly expose himself to at least a minimal baseline risk of acquiring an incurable infectious disease and hope for the best. Otherwise, you're stuck with an emotionally stunted child with a chemical dependency problem or worse.
I'll take the latter and keep my Costco-sized Post Exposure Prophylaxis kit by my nightstand. Oh, and get tested again. Perhaps, there's a possibility I won't need to worry about it so much and the anxiety will all disappear [or so one can only hope]. . . .
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