When a relationship begins, there is a certain waiting period for the other shoe to drop. That is, for the bomb to explode, the heavy rain to fall, the guy to be not that into you, unavailable, or just ghost you. The other shoe can be any number of things: finding out a guy already has a girlfriend or that he lives with his mom in Manhattan.

After a certain amount of dating, I’ve become jaded. I almost want the other shoe to drop just so I can know what it is. Whenever a “good guy” comes along, I try and do mental gymnastics to figure out how he will let me down. And whenever I think, “Maybe there isn’t another shoe,” the shoe drops and he goes running. Then I climb in bed wondering what I did wrong this time.

Well I didn’t do anything wrong this time.