Finding My Time

It's been a while since I have posted, sorry folks! Life's been hectic these days — in addition to my full-time job, I also have a private practice, which is somewhat time consuming, piles of papers to file at home, a bookcase bursting from the seams that needs to be organized, and the normal day-to-day errands to run. Oh, and to top it off, I have a boyfriend.

You may be thinking, "What? Hot Kosher Girl, you didn't tell us you got hooked on one guy!" Sorry for the lack of updates on this one (finding time to blog is quite hard these days), but yes, HKG, the serial dater, got caught. Hook, line, and sinker. In truth, I was very careful this time around. Guys like this one don't come around too often. He's smart (that's an understatement—double Ivy grad), cute (with brown teddy bear eyes), caring, affectionate, sweet, and has a great family (at least the members I met so far) to boot! Our relationship is still new, only 3 1/2 months, but I have a good feeling about this one. At least until someone pinches me and I wake up.

So what's the problem, you ask?! Why am I blogging about this, you wonder?! Well, nothing's perfect in life. The problem you see, is that with everything else going on in my life, and a mile-long to-do list, how do I find the time to fit in the boy as much as he wants to see me? I know, this shouldn't be a problem; I should be happy that a guy is that into me (10% rule anyone?!), but it's so hard to find time for myself without letting him down. I've tried politely to say I need to take a night for myself, and he says, you just had one. Well, actually, no. That was the night I saw patients. You had a night to yourself, but for me, coming home at 9, finishing dinner, washing up, and getting ready for bed by 10, and then going to sleep an hour later doesn't really qualify for "me time." Am I being selfish? Am I not appreciating that a guy so great wants to spend so much time with me? You may say yes, but I'm not so sure.

In the past, a guy like this would have irked me so much that the 3rd date (if he made it that far) would be the last. Three months is no short feat for me! I'm putting up with the neediness, loving the time I spend with him, and appreciating all the good things. But until the time comes when he doesn't want to see me every night, I'm not sure I will be able to figure out how to find myself in this relationship. And when that time comes, you'll hear me saying, "wait, why don't you want to see me tonight," not "thanks, now I have a night to myself."

Women — we're never satisfied! But I'm working on it.

Till next time,
HKG