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.
“And your lack of attraction to him is a good gift,” she added. “You just don’t know it yet.”