Ever notice when stuff happens to you, others in your sphere experience the same sitch too?
I love this song, and I think that it’s odd that on my bad days this is how I feel about my ex, and this is how my ex who moved (Shane) always feels about me… Life is pretty synchronistic and cannot be dismissed as coincidence.
Happy Easter if you believe. And if you don’t, good luck with reconciling lost love and starting anew. I feel spring viscerally this year.
I think that I’m actually still sick. Last night I took my son and his best friend to a musical presentation and story hour for kids, and it was actually overrun by toddlers and preschoolers. They were good for over half and hour and then the running, jumping, yelling, and crying while they were trying to listen to the stories and songs got to them, so they wanted to look at books. Such sweet 7 and 8 year-old boys–they wanted to sit by each other on the couch and read books. They are so innocent, and sit right by each other and hug and talk close. I swear when the inevitable happens and some stupid kid calls him, “fag,” in 5th or 6th grade, because he loves his best friend, I will have trouble not coming unhinged. My little guy is sensitive and sweet, and I would prefer him to stay that way and not become sexist and homophobic. I loved watching them watch the musician last night; although, I realized that I was still very sick.
When I came home, my head was pounding and I felt like complete shit. This thing hangs on even through 1700 mg / day of antibiotics. That is one scary infection.
Coffee seems good. I’m not coughing when I drink it. I’m only supposed to drink two cups instead of 3 – 5, and that pisses me off. I went and had my annual on Monday and the Nurse Prac gave me some shit. I felt like saying, “I parent. I work constantly. I’m writing a book. I haven’t gotten laid since 12/15. I’m going to drink as much coffee before 10 am as I’d like. Thanks.” I just said, “Well, I’m doing 60-hours a week right now and don’t have any that effects my night sleep. I also like to drink beer and won’t cut that out either.” I think that it would be one thing if I had health problems and was hefty–neither of those things are true. For my age, I look smaller than nearly every woman who I see with the exception of runners. I’m muscular though, and people under-guess my weight by 20 – 30 pounds. I just don’t want to be sick with a head and chest thing any longer. I’m all set.
I keep thinking how the ocean air and sun would knock that out. I can’t afford to fly though, and I’m not positive that I have a place to stay in reality. My best friend from grad school (Well, my first round of grad school.) called me and was shocked that we had the same break. Her “I don’t want a relationship, and I have made myself fall out of love with you because we are open, guy,” is in town all weekend. He’s introducing her to his kids. They have slept together for a year. It will be interesting to hear about how that stuff goes.
I feel badly, but I wonder if I could handle one of my best friend’s from middle school live-with bf either. He seems like a misogynistic pig from his posts. Like a southern-guy GUY. I can’t stay with my ex because I don’t want to be in party central and her parents live with her. I also don’t want to have sex with her ever again.
I guess that I’d have to stay with the biker ;). Sometimes she has a gf, so I’d have to see… My ex has two motorcycles, but when I say “biker” in this case, I mean beach biker and urban cyclist. She actually looks a lot like my ex, but is way thinner and lankier–that’s what I like too. Gigantic muscles, mostly blond, and huge light eyes. The difference is that this one has great legs. That is a good fantasy while I wake up. We have amazing chemistry too. I’ll text one of her best friends who lives here next week. I should actually feel that sitch out a little. That’s a safe hook-up if she is single, and I know that since everyone tells me everything, I can get her best friend to tell me if she is currently single. I sure as hell am single. Good Lord, I have not been this single in almost three years. Sex seems good. I run the risk of turning into a pig.
I have had an incredible three-days off. My Lit Review is drafted and turned in, and I gave my prospectus to my professors too so they can make changes before I get it through IRB. I’ll call the profs on Friday and see when I can get the whole thing reviewed so I can collect data prior to mid-May. I think that I only have about ten more pages to write and now I really need the guidance part from faculty who have done this kind of thing before.
I have seen clients and completed evaluations for many years. I think that not including school, it’s been 13-years. So, my clinical hours, with the exception of being time consuming are pretty simple for me. However, I have not written a book. It’s probably obvious that I write all the time, and do well on papers and such, but putting together all of this stuff for what will be 150 – 200 pages is daunting. I did write 100-pages in a week, but didn’t actually pass my comps without submitting a revision, so I know that re-writing will be paramount.
When I completed my first grad degree, I piloted a survey and then sent it to practitioners in four states in this region. I published that study on-line; although, it was solicited by another bound source. I was simply sick of my topic by then. I had presented it as a paper in Washington DC at my current profession’s national conference and then was done with it. I’d prefer to get several articles out of this study while I work on my curriculum that I’m developing. While I do realize that will happen with this current venture, I know that I’m more part of this topic, because I have had experiences with it for at least 10-years. Naomi Wolf says, “Do nothing without passion.” I get that.
Space helped the crush on the girl who is soon to be promised to her girl. Good for them. Amidst cultural differences too that would tear them apart if they were “found out.” This fact is apropos given all the media stuff about partnerships and civil unions.
My ex has been in contact. She did the Pepsi challenge, and I know that even without her telling me. She dated a woman who she never would have–a blond–and still had the same things come up in terms of her vicious tongue. Again, that’s not shocking, and looks are superficial. I do have to note honestly though that I have only ever been physical with two women with brown eyes. I like what I like too. I’ll go to dinner with her in a month and ask what she is going to do about her lack of conflict resolution skills. I have nothing to lose being that direct.
There is some girl that a girl from work is going to introduce me to next month as well. I asked when her bday was as that stuff is actually important to me. I have chemistry with some signs, but it’s fine for people to disagree with that. In fact, I can pick a Pisces out of a room. I’m done with that though, and know that my journey is for my BFF’s new son. You see, he shares Shane’s and my ex-husband’s bday. He is 42 and 37-years younger to the day than they are. I can dote on that lil’ guy.
I feel springtime. I need to pack a few outfits for my boy and I. In just over an hour, we drop off our dog at the day camp / boarding and then head up to the mountains. I can’t wait to watch him snowboard. He seemed excited about it too. I’ll also look at girls in the lodge and in the little city that we are staying in tonight. It’s time for me to network with women. I can feel many things shifting and coming to fruition. Life is very good.
There is this piece of erotica that I really like… The book is based on something real–it’s about sleeping with virgins. Not full-on virgins for the most part, but female virgins. (The Gemini musician who was smoking hot, but bat shit insane, used to say, “When I lost my girl virginity.” Hell, lady, I did that at 15!) Anyway, in one of the very good stories in it, this woman who works for a firm in which she has to talk to folks in other states, starts flirting with one of the women who she must talk to weekly. At one point she says, “So, are you family?” and the poor str8 girl says, “Like whose?” Good shit. Anyway, the protagonist tells the story of celibacy wherein she works out constantly and gets really buff. Good ol’ sexual frustration!
I’ve been one productive lil’ girl as of late. Got TONS of stuff done today and also, sadly, had to fill my script for high-powered (octane) antibiotics. Sadness. Draining and coughing up scary things for far too long. So, I will just write, and write, and test, and counsel. I know that I need to do someone, but seriously, I melt women’s brains. Gone are the days of casual sex for me. I may go to Vegas and do the “No numbers, no last names bit.” That would be the ONLY option. There are 54 lesbians in ______, and they all talk. I wouldn’t want to have two break-ups in three months 😉 (Can’t do that anyway, because I haven’t had sex since mid-December.)
Guess that I’ll motor through my dissertation shell this week. Thursday my boy and I are going out of town. He is going to learn to snowboard. He is a good dancer, so he ought to be pretty good. We shall see. I’m excited to get to give him things like this. My parents just wanted my brother and I to stay out of the house. Conversely, I love being a parent.
Wonder if “the girl next door” wants to carry a baby ever… My friend who I don’t have 100% trust in said that per my descriptions, her relationship can’t last. You can’t be someone’s secret from her family. However, she warned me not to fall into the role of rebound. I wouldn’t want that. I’ve done that before too. My coming out affair was trying to get away from her volleyball mate who was in love with her when she slept with me and stole my heart. I wouldn’t want to be a homewrecker either. Getting shit done and Vegas sounds good at present.
I really thought that she was pleasant on Friday morning because she was getting laid… Turns out that she broke it off with her girlfriend (ALREADY) and she thinks that she says / does things without realizing their impact although she tells her that she loves her. That gave me a lot of pause. She would honestly do her lovers a good favor if the stuff that she says that they do, she’d do. Wow.
Months ago, I’d have called her and flirted a bit and then would have gone up there to have sex with her tonight. Those days are gone, because I’m not in love with her anymore, and grew really tired of the three C’s. Those are critical, controlling, and competitive. It’s really cool in that song “Hallelujah,” which I do know has been covered three million times, when it says, “love is not a victory march.” It’s not. While I do love her, I think that one of my dear friends is correct when she says that she is confused and has lots of interpersonal work to do. That is independent of me.
Speaking of issues… Here is one of mine. Damn crush on “the girl next door” has not subsided and it is SUPER sucky. I think about her all the time, and have darker thoughts about stuff that she confided in me about the way in which her relationship is going. Then I think, “Well, this really might not last.” That is hideous and makes me feel so badly. If I was still Catholic, I’d stay up in there all Saturday night talking about that.
“Father, I commit sin a lot because I love women and can’t pray out the gay at all. And boy, have I tried. I know that I’m telling a celibate this, so probably on a lot of levels it is difficult for you to wrap your brain around it, but that’s not what I’m confessing. I’m confessing that I am perhaps falling for a girl who is in a committed relationship and I listen to problems that they have and that sometimes makes me happy.”
GROSS! How did I become this person? Gotta get back to morality.
I need to meet some girls, dammit! The snow is gorgeous right now and it’s sunny today. I think that since it is my turn to pick (and pay for) lunch with my bday twin so we are going to eat in Cap Hill. There were TWO lesbians at the cool fundraising thing last night and they were snotty and married. Beyonce says that “all the single ladies” are supposed to put their hands in the air, and they were not doing that last night. Damn, damn, damn. Honestly, I had a lot of fun last night though, but they str8 guys were the ones talking to me. Oh well. I can work on my dissertation.
I was getting ready to get in the shower very late yesterday–well, late for me, given it was ten of six–and I got a text notification signal. It was a voice recording from my ex and was pleasant enough. She said that she wanted to catch up with me on the phone. So, I called her and we had a good conversation. My two friends at work asked why I didn’t then send the email. I said, “Well, it would be apropos of nothing given that I laughed twice and the convo was innocuous.” I think that email exists as a “Don’t push it,” boundary if I’m being honest with myself. And she pushed nothing. She is truly in sales and marketing–even with her social skills. The conversation was completely business-like, and could have been a couple of colleagues who have known each other for a few years who are warm for the most part with each other. I still hold that she is glad that I’m not dating, and I do believe that the email will be sent when I am after she is not comfortable with my heart moving with another woman.
I have to intern next year, so I am collecting a few letters of recommendation. Given that I had just done a presentation for our department two days ago, which is about 25 people, I asked one of the big bosses to do one. My immediate supervisor had already written one as well, and I talked with my ex about an upcoming interview and gathering stuff. She said, “I want to read the letter,” and I said, “I actually haven’t read the whole letter because one of the first paragraphs are some of the nicest things that I have ever read about me. I had to stop reading it.” After I forwarded it to her, I did read the whole thing and it accounted for all the things that I have to do as a professional. My immediate supervisor had said earlier in her letter that I was the best one in my role that she had worked with in 29-years. It’s bittersweet to leave next year… I wish that I had two doctoral supervisors in the site so I could just stay.
My former colleague who I don’t have 100% trust in, texted last night that she was with the woman who was my coming out affair for an hour last night. I tried to call her and she wouldn’t pick up because she said that she couldn’t multitask and was putting her girls to bed. Very odd that she and my most recent ex had been somewhat in my circle on the same day. And of course Peter Pan and I spoke after she was texting night before last. Again, exes seem to come out the wood work at the same time some days. Of course, there aren’t really coincidences anyway.
Are you kidding me? You talk to me on the phone and argue semantics? Peter Pan asked if I had sent her CD and said she was moving. I apologized and asked for her new addy. She said, “No, I’ll pick it up.” I said, “Tell me when to leave it in my door,” and then just like her she got all sad sack about it. For the love of Pete, dude, I haven’t seen you since either the end of July or the first couple days of August–I’d have to check my blog–and you didn’t even miss this CD until I realized that I had it. She said, “I understand that you don’t want to see me,” and I said, “I just got home. Give me a few and I’ll call,” and she said, “No worries. You don’t have to talk to me.”
Sooooo intense and dramatic. We had sex a handful of times. You were my rebound. I told you after we’d done it one night that you needed a nice, young sensible girl who wouldn’t be doing clinical hours next school year. We had an understanding.
She then started in about how great she is. I told her, “You are pretty lacking in integrity,” and she said, “I’m the most integrous person that you’ll ever meet.” Now that cracked me up. She never finished college and introduced herself to me as a teacher of kids with special needs. And she let that run for seven-weeks!
Later in our convo tonight, she asked me if I was seeing anyone. A bit later she asked if she had introduced herself to me as an assistant, would I be her friend and still be dating her? OMG!
You tell me that what you did was not a lie and that I’m the one with the problem and then it’s obvious that you thought you could date me again. WhoTF do you think you are? I couldn’t believe it. She said that I was wrong several times, and that she is the best person she knows. Good. I don’t like untruths or lacking in authenticity. I’m fine with not knowing the best person in the world.
I told her that I wish her peace and the best, but I am sending her CD (It’s already in a cardboard mailer–photo type one.), but I don’t desire to see her and that she thinks that it’s fine to let someone run with lies of omission for weeks, and then only say after you’ve hung out with someone for seven-weeks, but only just after you’ve had sex a few days, “I have let you believe something that is not true,” is completely lacking in accountability imho.
She said that: “I have let you believe something that is not true.” How is that not a lie? I told her that we don’t see things the same way, have nothing in common, and that I’m good on the friends front. I did also tell her that on the off-chance that I run into her, I will say hello and exchange pleasantries, but we don’t need to prearrange. After all, it’s me with the problem wanting someone to mean what she says and say what she means, and I don’t know, be honest.
I think that I have a list of deal-breakers. I read an entry this morning while I was waking up, which gave me a good idea for writing. The author explained that many blogs are about the writer’s ideas and is her or his platform. Having realized that I have written for five years about dating (one of which is in this blog), I thought that a post regarding deal breakers was appropriate this morning on a day that I have to work 12.5 hours. Here are the things that yield:
You are not my life partner
1) You cook like a pig
2) You don’t sleep worth shit
3) You don’t eat what I eat
4) I have premeditative thoughts when we travel together
5) You live like a Rock Star
6) When you speak, many recoil and others exhibit the “must run away” look
7) The sound of your voice doesn’t give me chills, pause, or make me hot
8) I never laugh around you
9) Kids?
10) I have been with you six-months and don’t know any of your family or friends
That’s my lessons yielded. This entry is my platform. Would love to hear comments or what you don’t agree with in this entry.
My weekend was good all and all. My friends made us a simply wonderful dinner on Saturday night and hanging with them is always incredible. I have great friends. My son got too tired from all the activity on Saturday, so he was a bit grouchy and annoying on Sunday, but today he made up for it. I love watching his dance class. I have only rarely missed it–like maybe four times in a year. He talked my ear off all night otherwise, we had a wonderful dinner and our house is clean and nearly all organized. I also made a helluva dent in my dissertation shell today. All very good.
The weekend had a small thing come up… I was with only one of the girls who made me a dinner a couple of weeks ago (It was the one who actually cooked.) over on Sunday. She hung out with me for about three-hours too. I wish that she wasn’t 5’8″, hot, and smart. We laughed. She played with my son–which would NOT be occurring if she was a love interest–and we took a walk around the pond and then she did the cutest thing… She asked to swing with me. Damn. Can you say, “CONTRAST?” So sweet and tender. It is a bit worse because although I’ve known her a little less than a year, it feels like more because one of my best friends (who now lives in another state) is her BFF. We just gel and click and I’m so comfortable with her.
I told two friends today that means that I can’t really hang out with just her again. And, I won’t.
Now, I just really do need a distraction.
I ran finally tonight. I don’t know how long it’s been since I actually worked out at all. I’m drinking chicken broth with garlic and cayenne currently. I could only run a little over a mile. I had some wicked coughing fits today. Tomorrow is my A weights, which is probably my least favorite day of the week, so “Yay, me!” It’s really nice not to have clients tomorrow. I have to work tomorrow night, but will score and write a report after my son goes to bed. I don’t have to be away from him which is very nice.
That’s it. A dirty confession. Given that I was raised Catholic, it actually makes me feel like shit, but I have never cheated and am not going to start at 38-and-a-half.
We got my son’s room organized completely with the exception of his closet and a toy box. I have sooooo many plastic guys, metal cars, and just random crap to take to the Thrift Store in addition to all his size 6 clothing. I would say that we probably have about two hours or so left in his room. Not only can you see his floor, but his closet is not barfing out his art supplies and old cleats and such.
I just have not been able to locate one of his shin guard covers. However, he has worn those for two seasons, so the guard may not be big enough anyway, so I could justify buying new cleats and shin guards. You can buy those in a bundle and his soccer cleats are size 2. My son is a horse, so I will have to buy him 3.5 as it is for his new shoes. It was cool because his best friend’s Mom had gotten him his basketball shoes for his first season. It was not cool that our dog found them and ate the pull strap off the back of one shoe. Those were thrown out, because he doesn’t have need for them again. He can wear his high top Chuck Taylor’s this August for camp.
His best friend’s bday party was fun. I didn’t get a chance to be able to get my non-dating lower half bikini body ready in terms of maintenance. It’s funny how carefully shaving gets so rare when you’re not getting laid, but I was super glad that I had not shaven when we got there, because that Rec Center pool was probably 30-times more crowded than the two that he and I use in our city. The noise was deafening. Thank God that we had dinner plans at our friend’s house. I needed those microbrews.
The only thing that was slightly special about the playdate portion of the night was that we had to bring our dog and one of the Moms is so allergic to dogs. So, of course she was jumping up on the French Doors and being a shit. We had people scouring our house–I have not been able to hire this daughter-father team since 2010, but they do an incredible job. Our hard woods are completely clean and the bathrooms are shining. I had no idea that they would still be at my house 3-hours later. We took our dog and thanked our friends for being so accommodating. Our dog had been at Doggie Day Camp for six-hours, but they live across the street from a dog park, so she tore it up there too with a boxer and a whippet-lab.
She is sleeping now while I wake up–again–but this time only with a slightly sore throat. I’m going to get through this thing with no antibiotics. I’m proud. It has been hell. I’ll do my first round of cardio tonight, so I can lift tomorrow. I am not hacking up my lungs right now or am I blowing my nose over and over and over. So, I think that before my week off, which is the week after next, I should be fantastic.
Today is church for at least two-hours given my announcement role, and a small brunch at least with one of my friends. Then we can do some laundry before we go to my parents’ house for dinner. I’m sharing the lentils with smoked chicken with them, and my Mom is making biscuits for my son. I’m not close in particular with my parents, but I am honest with them. Just can’t see them much due to my boundaries for my health. They are just grandparents to my son too, but they watched him for over a year before I put him in daycare. My father is good with little kids, but when they start to talk, he is weirdly permissive and passive-aggressive with my Mom and tries that shit with me too. “Your grandmother wants you to do that,” and that really makes limits difficult. I grew up in “The Shining,” because he’s Bi-Polar, and has only been on meds for three-years. I’m not exaggerating even slightly, and do know that I have chosen an alcoholic and a volatile-cycler last because chaos is normal for me. It’s not a bad thing to be single for some time.
I asked my friends again why they didn’t know anyone who I could date or chill with. They said, “Well, the one who is single is butch and overweight.” I showed her a pic of Shane and said, “See? Butch is fine as long as it’s soft and you have nice features.” They remarked on how pretty she was and then asked why we still weren’t together given our two years. I told just one bar story and it wasn’t a scary one either, but was comical for the part I had chosen. They both cracked up and said, “Oh.” That was the end of that. Honestly, it’ll happen when it’s meant to. I’m not sleeping much because of the lack of exercise and this shitty cold, so it’s nice not to wake up a girl this week. Life will calm down and I’ll be somewhere, and a girl and I will just notice each other…
I’m so glad that it’s Friday. I guess that I will have to get antibiotics–I don’t think that I’ve had this kind for sickness since 2003–if the cough is still here and bad on Monday. I haven’t done any exercise at all less some walking and it sucks. I know that you shouldn’t have this much gunk and not sleep through the night in a week, but I hate doctors and medical intervention in general. I will have to go though, if the weekend is like the week has been on the health front. There are times of day when I can’t complete sentences without coughing. I swim with my son at a bday party on Saturday afternoon, and then two Moms who have a son are making us dinner. That makes for a good Saturday. Sunday is busy because I have to do the announcements at church, so I have to get up really early because my friends who I had dinner with last month are coming to the eleven service with me. I think that one of my best buddies and her neighbor are as well. I may have to make extra brunch food on Sunday morning in case they want to come over afterward as well.
I’m happy and balanced. I had one of those weird shifts on Wednesday night and I wrote in pen about my relationship history. Over the last six-years, I have been with six different women in some fashion of trying to see if a relationship was possible. I was with Shane for two-years–she wanted to marry me–and with Bette, I guess, for a year and some change. I guess, because I slept with Peter Pan when Bette and I didn’t see each other during the summer. Sometimes I’ve been with girls for two months, and another time, I have been with a girl for two years. Before Bette and I reconnected, I had my eight or nine day thing, but it was a Fix-me-Ms.-Rebound. Sadly, that worked, and I don’t want that right now.
A very good friend of mine is on the “I don’t want a relationship bus,” right now and has been going on dates. She had fallen in love with a guy last year, and it turns out that he sleeps with all kinds of different women and is unlikely to ever move from a neighboring state. She shed a lot of tears over him and really wanted to be his #1. They have great conversations. Now, she just sleeps with him when he’s in town visiting his children, and when she leaves town to visit her sister and nieces, but her heart isn’t involved. That seems like a safe thing really.
I took a walk with a friend last night while my son played in the park. We just made loops so we could supervise him. I talked about wanting to meet tons of girls to chill with and maybe to expand my social circle. I don’t know about my winter of celibacy moving into spring or not. My friend is really funny, and logged into my laptop and started reading a Strictly Platonic ad on Craigslist. It said something to the effect of, “Hey, let’s meet up and if something develops that’s great too. I’m an Aquarius, and I can quickly piss off a Virgo…” I cracked up, and she was confused. I said, “That’s what I am! And that is true. Look how long my son had his Nerf gun before he destroyed the inner workings of the housing with sand.” I do things the conventional way, and my son does things any way and argues about strange things. I don’t think that I have ever said, “I’m not going to engage in this. I care too much,” more than I did last night. He is a nut. I love him, but wouldn’t want anything like that in female form.
It’s funny because church girl said that she is loving being single and not tending to a relationship. I like this time of silence as well, and can take care of stuff for school and clinical hours without having to explain my schedule. However, being an extrovert, I’d be fine with meeting up for dinner, hikes, movies, beers, biking, or day trips with new girls. I’m doing a microbrew and food sampling fest next Saturday. I’m not going with friends either, and just will probably start at the bar and the mosey about some. I’d like to do a film festival with discussions too. I may do some Meetups at some point. I just have zero interest in dating sites. People tell you what you want to hear, and really just want to get laid. Not to be arrogant, but if I stay around a bar until 1, I can do that any night of the week, but that’s just not what I’m seeking anymore. Frankly, connection has become too important to me.
Now, it really is a timing thing. She explained that as she thought about it, that she is getting very solid on her own and doesn’t want to date. She was fairly vulnerable when she was texting me earlier in the night and she is actually sick. I’ve heard of the condition that she has too, and I know that you fatigue significantly in the sun. That would be horrible for a girl like me, who simply loves being out all of the time. I know that when you’re in no shape to date, you can’t date. That is why I could just do Peter Pan for a few days, because she was a silly girl, and I couldn’t really take her seriously. I had no idea that she was basically a liar though when she and I hooked up last summer. Again, that was just a good rebound thing for me, and helped me just put a hard stop on a relationship with my ex because I had that fling.
This girl from church is straightforward and honest. That is a good thing. I won’t really seek out a friendship with her, but when she texts or interacts on my FB, I will definitely be my normal, conscientious self. I think that when you have as much going on as she she does that she won’t contact me but about once a week. We can be friends and that is fine with me.
Speaking of creepy, my ex knew that I was planning on a date last weekend, and she knew that I had a date with this particular girl last August when she flipped her shit and came down for “friendship,” but it was sex and then two months of dating again. She emailed and asked me how my date was. Since I won’t write really I said, “Didn’t happen.” Then she said, “Why? You ok?” I said, “Long story. All good.” Then with incorrect punctuation she said that she wanted to know the story and asked how my son was. I realized Hemingway sentences were not working right now so I said, “If you want to build a friendship with me, call sometime. _______ is wonderful.” Then silence on the chess board. What a piece of work.
I do not miss that party bus, let me tell you. It’s taken nearly a season free of seeing her less once, but I really do get it now. I also get her. We had slept together once in October and I told her, “I just couldn’t see doing a lifetime of this,” and I still can’t. I also can’t interact much with her. She will do what she does. Her rapid fire questioning and her nicey-nicey stuff. I can’t control her, but I can stay mostly cool with her. My next response is already written and it will piss her off to high hell and keep her quiet for a week. I’m hoping that someday, she just won’t contact me at all. I think that will happen when I fall in love with a woman. That will take me some time, but I am mostly just glad to have reassurance that she will be civil in public to me. That’s a good way to end it.
It’s a good way to end a possible dating prospect with exchanging information regarding where you are too. I’m not going to hustle for a friendship with her, but I’m here and will chat with her whenever she’d like. I certainly won’t rapid fire questions or try to get her to talk to me by acting superficially disingenuous!
I saw the best thing early this morning when I woke up to have a coughing fit. It was one of those Venn diagrams, which are often touted by educators, but it has three overlapping circles with “self” inside of it. It was in a blog. I had to post it. Captions at the tops of each of the circles talked about what people need from people in their lives. I’m paraphrasing here, because I closed my social media site after posting it–after all I’m in the mode to unplug except for this activity. Self included: people who always make you smile, people who always teach you something new about the world, and people who you want to spend the rest of your life with, which applied to self, which was actually the word “you” on the diagram. That’s it.
I’m pairing down. I only kept non-close people in this first round of unfriending from my church community, because you do see them every Sunday, and could wind up cleaning up their yards and doing food drives for them. Plus, not to be homocentric, but it’s something that I’ve noticed over the last 18-months, they would do anything for my son. Tons would show up if he were sick, and probably some of them who I have never said a word to or even made eye contact. I think because many of them never wound up having kids, they love the few kids who attend church. Some of them know who I am too. As an example, a guy and his boyfriend grabbed me as I was exiting the large liquor store that is part of the local grocery store that I use. He said, “We go to your church. We love to hear you read.” I don’t think that I’ve mentioned prior that I have a husky, radio voice. No clue who this guy is. But, connection would be extended in the other direction if he or his bf were sick or something. You help people in your community.
I don’t want former colleagues who don’t keep up with my son on there. I don’t want people who don’t have similar values on there. I don’t want any exes on their except for my second girlfriend, who I lived with for three years in college. She is barely bi. I am the only woman who she has had sex with, and she has two kids, a straight marriage, a great career, and lives 350-miles away from me, because I went to college out of state. She also relentlessly teases me, has known me 20-years this fall, and will “get” me on some levels that new people just won’t. Of course, my ex-husband is also on there, but shit, I’ve known him 19-years this fall, and we share a child. He doesn’t really get himself on the whole, but he is part of my life. My ex-gf from college falls in the “make me smile,” and “someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Church girl never wrote back. I recall, I believe that she promised to call after our first date as well, and never did that–although, I did have to cancel our second date. I don’t think that she’s consistent. That’s something that I am. I’m also willing to work hard and see things through. Please recall that I wrote the apology to her more for me, because I wanted her to know what truly was bad timing and that I believe she will have peace, prosperity, and a wonderful girl in the future. Her first partner died. I don’t know how. But, we are not dating, and I made my honest, authentic olive branch.
My ex cannot always make me smile. Mostly because interactions with people is chess with her. She must control all moves. My ex taught me 4 new lessons about the world. I thanked her for those the before the last time that I saw her. My ex is not someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’m glad that we dated, she left good lessons for me, but I don’t want to see her or seek her out.
I’m really ready to move forward. I’m so good on my own and can chill with friends in three to four hour intervals any day of the week. They are my family. I have a beautiful son. Our dog is very sweet. I have kept my house and my car and have stayed afloat amidst pay cuts and huge health insurance hikes. I’m set for a future, and very much looking forward to the next steps on this journey.
I wrote to the girl from church yesterday and did so, as I wrote, more for myself than anything else. I had no agenda doing it, but rather wanted her to know about what really was bad timing on our part. We had a nice first date. We talked fairly easily and were good just walking loops around the park–I think that total we spent about three-hours together, which is a long first date. I think that it was easier because she and I had seen each other and also sat together several times.
I told her the truth. I explained that ours was definitely a favorite of my first dates, and I have had LOTS of dates. I also explained that my ex came down the following week, and then I found myself back in the same pattern, but after two months, I realized that I was the one who had changed and she hadn’t. I told her that I don’t desire a friendship with her, but on the off-chance that we would run into each other, I’d like to be civil. About five-years ago, I told a friend, “There are twelve lesbians in ______ , and they all talk.” I repeated that for sometime, and then just decided to increase the number each time someone said, “______ , there are more than that!” I’m only up to 51. This is a cliquey and small community.
I still don’t know if she’ll go out with me. She seems to hang with the fifty-ish women from church. But, honestly, I always call it the Church O’ Boyz. There just aren’t many women there period. Also, she has had tons of stress as of late because she has been unable to find employment, and belongs to the “no expectations, no disappointments” school. I don’t go there. I have hope and trust in my journey and know that it leads me exactly where I need to be everyday.
My cold is better. I did wake up very early coughing, but rested in bed for a few and now am typing. I have the coolest thing in the world right now, but haven’t turned it on yet this morning. It’s a little wireless speaker with a BIG sound. I stream Pandora from my phone on Bluetooth and have music nearly throughout my house. It’s even better than those Bose systems and was a fifth of the price. I want one more speaker so I can always have music everywhere in my 50s ranch. I don’t have carpet upstairs so the hardwoods help carry sound. I love it. I’m a music freak.
All is quiet on the ex front. Yay. I think that it helps to write an answer to a question in the subject of an email and then attach only a link in the body. That is my comfort zone. Hey, I’m creepy, negative, and selfish and have zero compassion, so might as well be that way. Speaking of which, I have to tell one of my best friends that I don’t want her to move in in June. Yikes. It would ruin our friendship. I’m taking her for grass-fed burgers and brews tonight. There is live music too if I can stay up. That gets really hard for me when I have two beers and I have not been able to exercise. I just have to be honest with her; although, I do know that she needs to decrease her bills by $300.
Seems like I’m being honest with everyone. Good path, that. I honestly have thought a lot about the way that the girl from church pulled me closer to her so our abdomens were pressed together when we embraced after our date in August. She grabbed my arm too and ran her hand down it. I’m bigger now than I was in the summer too, so she may want to do that again. Also, sometimes she has played with my hair in church. I am going early today, but when I do see her again at a later service, I’m going to flirt. Hell, I’m single.
I wonder if there will be some nice girls at the 5Ks in April. Who knows? However, I draw the line at on-line shit. I had a couple of girls from there in 2008 – 09, but they were not women that I would have ever organically run into, so. One was a cowgirl who lived in a neighboring state. She was awesome in bed, but not a great kisser. The other one was a damn Gemini who did all the back and forth mindfuck stuff. I let that one completely go and then three-months later she wanted to do a summit with me. WTF? Sounds like Bette though. Hmm…
I know that she is out there. I’d love to go to dinner with the girl from church, but the ball is in her court given that when we had a date, I was like a cautionary tale. I apologized for that, and told her that I wish her peace, prosperity, and a path to her ONE.
That is kind of an inside joke too, because I have had two girls with the EXACT same initials as each other; although I dated them 4-years apart. They both liked “squaring” their names too. Anyway, I woke up on Friday morning before 1 and my throat was completely on fire. It made working very difficult yesterday. I don’t like working sick, but I had specific duties yesterday so couldn’t have missed barring a bone break or the like.
I can’t go to Boot Camp this morning, because I’m still sore in the throat, and my chest hurts. I’m way better though and went back to sleep this morning and slept until 7. I feel like a different person in comparison to last night though. This pattern happened last right before my two-week vacation in December. I was sicker than hell that Friday night and got better by sleeping a ton. I was soooo sick. I did the same thing as now and that was get a ton of sleep to rid myself of it. I had just a week earlier told my ex that I couldn’t approximate dating with her back in December… It was a week before this winter started.
The second s is snow! It’s doing it again. I’m so glad. If it would do it once a week through mid-April, we could get some water into our reservoirs. I’m just going to hope for that. I don’t want my climbing season to be shitty. I don’t want to look west and see smoke and have the hills and mountains be obscured. I know that is the natural cycle of things, but I want to raise my son where we have real seasons and definitely this beautiful snow. Yay.
She texted me twice yesterday. I didn’t text her back, but when I got done with clients, I found the original article that I had read which gave her the answer to one of the texts that she had sent. I wrote the word (answer) in the subject line and attached the article link. We are NOT BFF. There are so many reasons for that too, which I shall list here:
So, no thanks. We are cool, but we are not friends. We don’t have interactions with people in the same way, and I seek happiness, laughter, and connection. I don’t feel happy around her, and I’m no longer connected to her. My shrink said it’s because she gets scared, but I don’t intimidate or compete with others, so I’m not the scary one frankly.
So, I don’t think that the girl from church will go out with me. That’s fine, because I probably present to her like a cautionary tale. Let’s rewind. After the tragedy that took place this summer, we were at a prayer service together. That’s because on occasion, I had been looking at her across church and I thought that she was cute, but at the time, which was last spring, I was trying to sort out my shitty relationship, but was still very much in love with my ex. Post-it note that one. It’s an important key to me and who I am.
This past summer I did not sleep with my ex. In fact I did not sleep with my ex for three months, and then we reconnected for two months and slept together outside of the context of relationship until winter began. I have been single (COMPLETELY) this winter. I am proud of that, because I have mindfully and with lots of reflection moved through our break-up. I have also gotten to a point wherein I am not consciously looking for anyone. I honestly believe that a girl will cross my path.
Flashback to summer: After the regular church service ended, I talked to this girl finally. We had a good conversation, and then she told one of the transgirls in the congregation and one of her good friends that she was going to sit with me. We attended a prayer service. I had been sleeping with Peter Pan a bit, but when her bullshit / lies unraveled and she got clingy, I told her that this was not the stuff of slow, getting to know you dating. I bounced. So, I figured since I did, I’d ask out the girl from church. I did.
We had a great first date. We walked from church to a neighboring park. We ate homemade pasta salad and summer fruits and drank sparkling water. We walked around the park several times, and unfortunately she got blisters 😦 Then I walked her back to her car and told her that I’d like to see her two weeks from now and have a drink. At the time, I didn’t know that she was a recovering alcoholic. I don’t know all of her story; although, I do know a lot about her. Anyway, I told her that I had a great time, and then I embraced her. She pulled me closer and then pressed her abdomen on mine. I’m pretty sure that she wanted me to kiss her, but Peter Pan took a lot out of me the month before. I no longer trust girls who I don’t know. I pulled away–I didn’t even put my face in her neck–and then she grabbed my bicep and also ran her hand down my arm. That was clear.
Then, my ex did a powerplay that week and came down for dinner so we could “talk.” Fuck? Yes. I tried really hard those two months, and didn’t talk to the girl from church on the phone again until October. She also knows that my ex has historically driven me nuts. She probably won’t go out to dinner with me. I get it.
I really don’t need any friends. There are several who I miss so much and who I don’t get to see. One of whom has four kids, and is really the sole supporter of them, so I really do have to come to her. I don’t though. I haven’t seen her since October either.
Back to one of my values. I’m monogamous. Shane was not when I met her, and honestly that didn’t matter all summer that we had sex. At that point in my life–I was newly out and 34–I didn’t care to have a girlfriend and just wanted an FB. Sleeping with Shane has lots of benefits. She gives, which is unique for a woman like me who had two str8 girl gf’s as a adolescent. And she is very good at what she does. However, once you have slept with Shane for some time, it gets perfunctory. It always works because Shane is after all pretty much a sex addict, but it lacks spontaneity and connection. The sad thing about Shane is that she always used to say to me, “Don’t fall in love with me.” She said that all summer and then for about four months that winter that we reconnected. However, she stopped saying it when we went to NM. Because she fell in love with me.
That was pretty consuming. To have Shane fall in love with you! So, I tried with her, because I am monogamous and because having a girl like that fall for you certainly gave me lots of pause. Plus, she told me in NM that I was the best lover that she ever had. She still says that to this day, and talks about missing our sex life. I won’t ever sleep with her again, because we were really just a summer fling.
I didn’t care who Shane was sleeping with the summer that we met. Later in winter when she reconnected with me on NYD and told me, “I’ve missed you so much. I have never stopped thinking about you,” I thought that we could just date. No, Shane also loved the love triangle. I told her in a letter the following summer (after we had known each other a year) that she really liked juggling two women, and that it was highly unlikely that you could meet your one in a bar. I wrote, “You liked the Pepsi Challenge of the triangle. I.E. “Let me service her, and then get my needs met.” She didn’t like that and just went off on me. That’s my thing really.
If I say something to a girl that is my belief, why can’t she just say, “I get that you see it that way, and here is my perspective.” I even talked to Bette about my trying hard, but it was not enough because it left her feeling that I had zero compassion. That’s her perspective. My being the sole driver, making meals, tending to her boy occasionally (I love him so much.) while she showered or whatever, making pictures, writing out cards, and just shutting up and holding her was not enough. To her, I lacked compassion, was creepy, negative and selfish. Although, I don’t get why she’d feel that way about me, but I do honor that is her perspective of who I am. In that case, it means that we should not have a connection anymore. I don’t know anyone who thinks that when I make efforts, that is who I am.
I have taken to writing to a mystery girl in pen at night before I go to bed. I’d like to meet a new girl. So, I write about good hugs, good conversation, passion, and connection. I don’t write about good conflict resolution skills, but I think that those are of value too. Can you call in your one by putting out intentions to her?
I told her that we didn’t have bad timing because she already has a girlfriend. Then she unloaded on me and said that I completely lack compassion and that is something that she never understood. Frankly, I got sick of the “timing” card, which was always bullshit, so I called that. She admitted that she never wanted to drive to me so she could see me. That is what stung the worse, and I always assumed it. I get being tired, but my world is that it is always better when I wake up next to a woman when my week has been long or bad–but I didn’t say that.
All of these exchanges are via email. I told her that I don’t know a single person who thinks that I lack compassion and I listed all the straws that I grasped at including always driving to her–sometimes several times in the same weekend–just to be with her to support as best as I could, especially after she lost her father. She does not acknowledge that, and it’s because all people have drawbacks to her. They are failing her. They don’t give her an even exchange of what she gives them.
People do have weaknesses. People do fuck up. Maybe that’s true, but I don’t lead with them, because I would be sad and miserable.
Additionally, I told her that because I don’t know anyone who thinks that I lack compassion, I am not meant to be close with her, and she agreed. We will see how long. I don’t care though. I tried to be her friend, but she has this bizarre flavor wherein she lists what a great woman I am and how “proud” she is of me, only to then tell me that I lack compassion. She must still think that I am creepy, negative, and selfish too. Again, those are not things that even my good friend who I have always had since 5th grade thinks. Consensus is that I’m direct, honest, and straightforward. I’ll take the consensus, because I only entertain a friendship with her for a day or two. In fact, I only entertained a relationship in the same manner after September. I told her that we don’t show up to the external world in the same way and that I wish her peace.
So, I have a few sentences.
Cool! I have read enough Hemingway to be able to do this stuff well. That’s it. It’s on a rolodex. (However in the days of SIM cards and synching your email to your phone, those days are over.) But, I can open this entry when she does get in touch with me again so I have my list. Those are the ONLY things that I will say to her.
My girl from church and I didn’t get to talk on the telephone yesterday. Damn. I think that she likes being pursued though. I don’t have time for that though, and haven’t had to do it much. I came out at 33. I lived with my college gf, and my hs gf lived across the street from me. I’ve never had to pursue much, and generally do like the quote that those who want to be caught are the true catches, so I’ll just wait to hear from her. That is what is best with introverted Water Signs. And believe me, I have had three–fourteen-years worth–and also a few dates with a girl who was exactly her sign. The secret is… Don’t overwhelm them.
She has to work all day on Saturday, and because she has been unemployed for so long, I completely get that. I left her a VM and said that the offer for dinner is always open, because I’d like to get to know her better and that if I need to get a sitter, so be it. Yesterday, I actually had to serve communion as well. She came up in a large group of transgirls and when I smiled at her, she flushed. It was very cute. I texted her later that for what it was worth she looked pretty today and I was glad that she took communion from me. It’s nice to flirt. I’ll see what transpires. I do think that summer is a good time for me, and even if it’s super hot and burning again, I have done my hard work moving through a bad relationship, and I even had my sex-only rebound thing. I’m looking for more. I’m going to go to my friend’s church a bit this summer too. I also have two races in April, and then one in June, and one in July, and a cycling event in September.
Church was beautiful yesterday. Having been raised Catholic, I can’t think of a time that lent has been beautiful, but it was in my church, and the message was that we are not alone ever and that we are all works in progress. I sat by this guy who I really like. He is sweet and fairly quiet, but very bright. He and I both had tears during the service. My boy came bounding up with paper dolls right before the last prayer for communion–of course with wounds on some of them–and said, “They are all different.” It seems that they are still doing diversity in the children’s liturgy.
I don’t want to “get things right.” Rather, I want to move and learn from a woman who walks my path and and I walk hers. I’m good with being “in progress.” Remember that Bill Murray only really does want Andie McDowell in “Groundhog Day,” but he has to become well-rounded and authentic before she will even notice him much? I am good with where I am. I don’t put others down, and I know that I can be good to those who I know and nurture.
There are no coincidences in this life, and I have found that I can either embrace where I am in my journey and move forward, or I can keep doing crazy things that are not mindful either only to be faced with similar circumstances when conditions are the same, or being miserable when I’m trying to ferret through them feeling imbalanced. I think that Einstein is the one who said, “Crazy is doing the same thing, but expecting a different result.” Why would I have thought that she could just be herself with me and we could form a friendship?
Nakedly mean is gone, but now she is back to pseudo encouragement and I found her signature in one of her notes completely disingenuous and actually revolting. I remember everything, and it’s a nickname that one of the girls from the bday trip that we took last fall calls her. This is a girl who Bette says, “I don’t really respect her or the way she leads her life.” Nice. Good judgmental stuff and completely phony when you act sweet as pie around her when we were all together.
When she was saying that she doesn’t know where her relationship will go, and that she didn’t like what happened visa vi her new gf’s ex, she also said, “I don’t like dating. I like to be in a relationship.” I told her that it is good that she is dating and that I believe she will learn a lot about herself and who she is while she does it. She reiterated and laughed a little and said, “But, I really don’t like it.”
I have dated for six-years. In fact, I have not gotten a hard commitment for Saturday night, and if she is not in church today and I don’t hear from her, it will just be too gamey for me. It is completely possible that her friends are saying, “Don’t do this, she will just get back with her ex, ” but if that’s the case, then she is too swayed by other people. So, we shall see what church is like today.
The engineer’s Dad died suddenly and unexpectedly while Bette and I were at the death psychic. I have written to her and offered my support. That’s terrible and odd that it happened the night that it did. I also heard one of the songs that Bette said that I’d like, because my very young client came to session asking if I heard it. It’s catchy, but I couldn’t listen to it much because it’s too repetitive. Songs like this always remind me of when I couldn’t get “Personal Jesus” out of my head. I didn’t even buy “Violator” because I used to nearly vomit hearing that over-played song. The one that she recommended has already been parodied a ton too and came out at the end of August. We just don’t get music as fast here as they do back East. I wrote her two or three lines, and then all the superficial stuff ensued. I told her that what I am comfortable with is exchanging pleasantries when we run into each other, and that I wish her the best.
I think that’s it. It’s binary. When emotions get tripped–I did tell her that I was going to date the girl from church and get over the ten-year age difference–she can go two ways. She can get mean and talk about how awful I am, or she can be superficially encouraging. Both of these reactions do not come from the heart and lack authenticity. No thanks. I told her that I’m done for a long time. And since I have never contacted her, it actually means that there will be no contact at all. When we do see each other–it will probably be the women’s cycling event in September–we can exchange pleasantries. I’m not being her friend or do I want a friendship. I’m just glad that my memories of her will not culminate into her being nasty to me in public, and that would be the sole outcome of a life-changing relationship for me.
I got into one of the pages that I like this morning. An article by Cole caught my attention immediately with some quoted teasers. It talked about learning through painful experiences. I believe it. I read the article and it talked about counting your blessings in crisis, and fully taking in what happened to you during it and how it impacted you. That’s it. I know how she impacted me: 1) I get things ready for my son so he knows that I care, 2) We got our dog, and 3) I am in the best shape of my life and continue to strive for more, and 4) I am ready to be vulnerable regardless of being unable to tell an outcome. That is all I need, because I don’t need criticism, or do I need phoniness while saying judgmental things to other people.
My preference is to see what is there between the girl from church, or to meet some girls when I run or am out and about. I don’t need friends who I used to sleep with though. I think it’s healthy for me to be cool with ex-lovers, but not to be close with ex-lovers. Some people can probably do more middle ground, but when I saw her watching my mouth while I was talking on Thursday night at the bar before we went into the venue, I thought, “Are you kidding me?” She also touched my forearms and perhaps my upper arms too many times while she was talking to me, but couldn’t give me a proper hug. We are just not similar people and we don’t show up in ways that mix. I got it.
I don’t mean I give, but I’m pretty much a top, so I guess it has double-meanings. I can go out on a date again with the child. My friends keep telling me that she is not a child, but 28 does freak me out, but I’ll just get over it. I’ve seen her for over a year, and have talked to her since last July, so it fits my “know well” thing. Plus, she wrote, “How about a juicy mango?” on my status last week. Hello? I talked to her yesterday and we had ease in conversation and then when I got to my practicum site I said, “Can I take you out to dinner next Saturday night?” and she said, “That sounds good! I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.” We’ll go to a trendy spot in a gentrified area just north and west of downtown, and I’ll tell her a start time, so we have two cars. If the convo is good, I’ll walk her to her car and hug her again. If she grabs my bicep again, I’ll finally kiss her. I’ve known her eight months. So, I do have a girl I can date.
Bette HeyTelled yesterday morning, and at the end of it she said, “Are we going to be able to be friends?” So, I just called her. I talked to her about various things and then she posed the question again, and I said, “You know, _____ , I originally just wanted to be amiable when I could feel your new girl’s energy and realized that you couldn’t say such mean things to me unprovoked if there wasn’t another moving right in. But now after seeing you, it gets convoluted. I just wanted us to be cool on the off chance that we see each other out and about, but now… So, I just need to take time. I’m quick at work, and in fact, my colleagues always say, ‘There is ______ , on a mission!” but in my personal life I am not like that. I rely on observations and need lots of them to make decisions. Last night was just too convoluted.”
Then she said, “Well, the ball is really in your court, and you’ll need to contact me.” I said, “_____ , that could be years.” And she said that was ok. About a half an hour later she apologized for ever hurting me and indicated that she really meant it. Then she texted again and said that she loves me and that I still have a significant piece of her heart. I texted, “Thank you. I love you too.” And I do. I fell completely in love with her and she was a critical part of my journey.
However, I really need to date. I don’t know if it’s feasible to date a whole bunch of women, because I am away from my house a minimum of 11-hours daily getting things done. I don’t have time or a method to meet lots of girls. However, I’m NOT having sex next weekend. I think that the end of the month is a good idea for that. Because then it has been nearly four-months since I have, and that is always a good marker for me to rid another girl’s energy from me. I don’t want her to feel Bette when we do connect if it proceeds that way. I know that she wants to, and that she wanted to make out on the street when we had our date in August. Slow build up this month seems good. She is not Peter Pan either and has always told me the truth. We should be good. At least it’s a fun prospect, and I’ll just get over her age.
Such a strange path. My shrink is right, and you certainly cannot bend the river. I don’t want to, and am ready to float down, while I can appreciate and avoid fervor or rapids. Canoe seems good.
I came in when she was already there and she gave me a sports hug, but didn’t hurt my back, so that part was good. Oh well, she touched me over and over and I noticed that I was recoiling a bit. She was also watching my mouth at times when I talked. It was fine. My friend who I don’t really 100% have trust in was there and she came over to me, and I went to her table and then she said, “She still has feelings for you, and gave me that look.” Oh well. Good for her and her gf.
She told me that her gf has some drama visa vi her ex of 7-years. It was a somewhat convoluted story, but didn’t sound clean and I told her that she will have to see “how clean it is for her, ” and she said, “That is so odd, because that is nearly word-for word what I’d said.” Again, oh well.
She asked why she wasn’t invited to the dinner party that I told her about, and I decided not to play Captain Obvious regarding that she never wants to drive down, and that it was for my friends. I did say, “Well, it was for happy couples and you haven’t been with your girlfriend long enough.” She said, “Well, I’m happy and could have just come.” I laughed and said, “I guess so,” and then she quickly said, “You won’t invite me though,” and I said, “Probably not.” And, I won’t for years, and am incredulous that we will see each other again via prearrangement. I don’t even know when we’d run into each other.
She didn’t bring up FB again, but I showed her pictures of the couple who had me over for dinner last Saturday, and she said, “Are you attracted to that one?” And I said, “I always have been. That porcelain skin and light eyes has always been the hottest thing to me,” and she said, “Well, that’s not me,” and I said, “You’re very fair.” She said, “I get dark in the summer.” I said, “Your skin gets bronze, but your coloring is very light, and is it ok that I’m saying these things?” I realized later that she baited it, but she said, “Yes.” Then she asked me if my boundaries were clear with her and I said, “My boundaries are always clear and they are very much in love and it is beautiful to watch.” She still doesn’t get me and the air is constantly full of projection when she talks.
She left an hour or more early. I’m home too. (I left a bit early and am tanked.) It was fine. I was not attracted or unattracted, but was neutral. I’m just ready for the next segment of my life and won’t go up there ever again; although, it should be noted that she came down here for this presentation. So, that is my truth for a girl who does not believe in absolutes and I am signing off and going to bed!
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