It's All Relative

Beginning of the End.

My interest in Seth peaked about a week ago and now it's steadily declining. He's still really nice to me, really sweet. Probably too sweet, which is why I think I've lost that loving feeling, ya know? I was talking to him the other day about my Mom coming into town this weekend. I sort of got the inclination that he wanted me to suggest that we all go out to dinner or something so he can meet her. I changed the subject to remove myself from the idea of having him meet my mother. That is weird. Especially since I've never dated anyone long enough for the whole "Meet the Family" thing to happen. I don't even know what that would be like. It was during this thought that it hit me that Seth and I weren't going to work; I know it's not right when I don't want him to be the first guy I introduce my Mom to. As much as I always complain about not having a boyfriend during vacations and holidays, I guess what I'm really saying is I want a boyfriend on vacations and holidays that I know my family will like, and who I know will like my family. My family is crazy, loud, and annoying. I've always thought that the person I bring home to meet my family would be someone I could abandon in a room, full of their opinions and stories flying back and forth , and feel perfectly fine with it. Almost like I know he could keep up with the craziness and totally hold his own. And if he goes golfing with Christian, Ryan and my Dad, I don't have to freak out wondering if he's getting eaten alive. And unfortunately, I don't think Seth could hold his own (he doesn't golf, either). Last night he randomly brought up Sacramento and how boring it was there. The Northern Californian in me took an immediate defensive and started to list off the reason s why Sacramento didn't suck. Of course, I use the Kings as my first bit of proof. I explained to him how much fun going to games were and even threw in the term "spiritual" I think.

He didn't get it.

To put it bluntly, we have nothing in common. He's Battlestar Galactica, I'm ESPN. He'd rather watch a foreign film, I'd rather go play tennis.

This is going to have to end, I just don't want to be the one to end it. I'm always on the other end of the break-up so this is new territory for me. I'll probably wait it out for a few days, maybe a week or so. Hopefully he figures out that I'm not what he's looking for either and it will just take care of itself.