I had decided that because the woman who I’d met was flirting with me openly on FB, I’d ask her for a drink. Just a drink too, because I think that she is mostly a jock and I don’t know except for loving Ani, if we have a single thing in common, but I did it. I was a little pissed that I didn’t hear from her for a day and some change. Last night we talked about the quality of one of the mountains that she had done. (I’d done it this past July.) When I met her at the end of July, she was on again off again with her ex, which I have certainly done, and now she is dating someone new who she had just climbed a mountain with this weekend. Wow.
I moved that fast once. I didn’t want to be with my partner anymore after the Christmas of 2010. She drank the entire time, refused to have sex with me, and had an episode of PTSD, which I had to piece together slowly over the course of the next three-months because she kept her military history from me. Instead of flatly putting my foot down, I flew several more times to see her. I almost didn’t go to my bday trip two years ago, but ultimately I did, and it was scary at times. I figured that I owed her a f2f breakup convo. You really don’t owe anybody anything. I know that now.
Sure, I met my ex three-weeks later. Of course, I was clouded. She seemed so different than my ex-partner. I jumped into an intense relationship. The most intense that I had ever had, which included my kid, because I loved her kid. Too much too soon is what they say, and that is what we never recovered from, and I know that now.
It had been about six-weeks since I slept with her the summer of 2012. This other woman was old school pursuing me. The whole thing. Flowers. “How are you” texts. She laid across my legs one night and I got up. I didn’t ever want to sleep with her. I got loaded at karaoke one night and had hung out with her for 6-weeks solid, and when she knew all of the lyrics to every song including shit kickin’ ones, I decided that I would sleep with her. So, I did that night. In the morning, I told her that it was a one time thing. I didn’t even have a dopamine hit that was required for feelings, namely because she didn’t kiss worth shit, and physically, she had one good feature. She is tiny like a kid is, and doesn’t even weigh 100. She is silly. When she started dropping bombs that next week about what she really did for a living and analyzing how I live my life, so I bounced. When I talked to her a few weeks ago via text, I found out that she is in school to finish. That’s good, but it’s independent of me.
What this woman who I had an emotional affair with is doing with her life is also independent of me. I hope that she hates dogs. That will be the only companion who I have when I spend 10-hours with her on Saturday. I wanted a buffer in the mountain woman. I only asked her for a beer so I could look like someone who dates. I don’t date anymore. It will be 9-months for anything physical for me in twelve days. Now, I will be tested with an unhappily married woman.