I sat on the couch in a Virginia Beach therapist’s office and for the first time, admitted the truth.
“I’m not attracted to him.”
But I wanted to be. The men I dated before him couldn’t commit. That meant that how badly I wanted them didn’t actually matter. This time, the dude wasn’t hesitant. I was.
“And I need you to tell me why,” I said to the therapist. “Why am I not attracted to him?”
She laughed. I did, too.
“I can’t tell you that,” she said.
But you need to know the one thing she could tell me.
“God only gives good gifts,” she said.
I nodded.
“And your lack of attraction to him is a good gift,” she added. “You just don’t know it yet.”