We were deep in the mountains the weekend before I turned 38, but then her son got sick and we had to come home. She wanted me to stay and do a long day hike along a ridge, but when you are spending 5-days with the girl you’re dating, you want to do just that. Because she is such a driven person, she wound up bundling up the baby the next day and we took a 25-mile bike ride. The weekend wasn’t bad. She was moody about her possible diagnosis which–as I knew it would be–turned out to be nothing but muscle tears. However, there was there was more to the outcome of this weekend in general.
We drove back home and she said, “Who did you think was attractive?” I found the question odd and then she said, “C’mon, who would you do if you were single?” I told her, and she made a slight about her physical state. Very her. Then she told me who she found attractive. My ex is shameless flirt; although, she would deny and call herself “clueless” when it came to stuff like that, so I knew that she had at least had intense conversations with her. I mostly let it go, but did say that she would start pursuing her.
Then, the following Saturday when she had plans with us, she slowly cancelled on me via phone, and wound up “hiking”–my ex HATES to hike–with her and her daughter the following day (Sunday). Then she sent me some of the meanest texts and basically called me a big baby for being sad about not getting to see her and not being a priority. That was the nail in the coffin for me for us to be “dating.” My ex is like a lot of people and always keeps one in the queue. This girl was no exception until her friends told her how she is in relationship, and she also learned some things when she was with one of my ex’s old friends too.
Well, this girl didn’t overtly ask me out, but she did ask if I was going out on Friday. I would choose pain of death before I would go to this venue wherein any manner of the ghosts of gf’s past could be dancing, and then she texted, “I need to meet people. How does one do that?” I told her that if she wanted to, I’d bring her to one of my friend’s parties when I could, and she said that she’d be honored. She is just lonely. I was there last summer. I slept with Peter Pan.
We can hang out with friends, and be friends, but that’s it. She is super cute and has great dimples, but she is her own worse enemy when it comes to relationship, and I have already seen her with her friends, and it seems, that many of them don’t talk to her anymore. So, that’s enough data for me. I honestly don’t have anything in common with a woman who is fine with losing friends. It seems that she is not solid enough right now to make lasting friendships if newer friends no longer talk to her.
My BFF said, “Become who you want.” I don’t think that I struggle much with any of these attributes. I think too, that I really do know who I am. Shane had this tattoo, “Know thyself,” except it was in Latin. And she did, but she was not willing to share things that scared her with me. She was open, but not too much so, because then she could not have justified her alcohol use. I don’t think that justification has place in relationship… I was short with you because you don’t read my mind about my grief. Where is the emotion in that? There isn’t any, but anger, and that’s just masked hurt. Hurt is an emotion that few will talk about, because it makes you vulnerable.
Stable is another important factor too. I’m not a warm body. I’m someone who is worth it.