Lonely Extrovert

“Did you make any new friends yet baby?” 

“No, not yet.” 

He sounded cheerful, but I could tell he was discouraged. Of course he was. He was an extrovert. Social interactions were kind of his thing. I sighed on his behalf, knowing he wouldn’t really tell me he was discouraged and missed his friends back home. I worried that I had made a mistake convincing him to move here. I tried to figure out how to get people around him to help him make friends. We had already gone on a double date with a couple I knew, and it had gone well, we even planned a second date, pending everyone’s schedule. So it was good. Just…would take time and more connecting. 

I’m an introvert though. I don’t know how to network well. Half the time I can’t even tell you how I’ve made the friends I have. It just kind of happened. 

I guess I supposed that kind of thing worked with Extroverts too. That people would just be attracted to them especially because they’re driven by social interactions. That they’d just find people where ever they were. It never occurred to me that, for an extrovert, it would actually take effort for them to build relationships. I mean, starting mine kind of happened, but maintaining them is exhausting, and takes a lot of my energy and effort. Maybe I’m just lucky that way. I had hoped my husband would be that lucky too. 

I keep hoping and praying he finds his place with his people, and doesn’t end up more lonely than he was when he was a Bachelor. Nothing would break my heart more.