My family once joked with me that I only kept guys around for a 6 month to a year and a half rotation.
My mother even joined in the fun and told me not to bring someone home, unless I was “serious”, because I sure had a lot of people who were “friends”.
I decided to edit my list to just gluten and dairy, and he chose a Mexican restaurant.
At dinner, it was apparent that we liked each other.
After we ordered, he asked me politely about the reason for my dietary restrictions, and instead of evading the question with a vague reference to "health issues," I told him that I have Lyme disease and have been seriously ill for the last three-plus years.
As I told him about it, I watched the expression on his face shift to one of interest—interest .
When met other guys since that they either got cold feet or would not want to commit.