Moping
I haven't posted anything of late because there isn't anything to tell. I'm moping, miserable, and heartbroken, even if I was more delusional than anything to have thought that My Great Romance ended up being not much more than a notch on Behinder's ever-widening belt.
But as Goblin said to me the other day, Behinder is partially delusional too. He purposely led me on and deceived me, so really, its time to accept Behinder chose a sex doll over substance -- and move on.
Heartbroken
I hate using the word heartbroken, because it reminds me of some sort of emo-filled teen angst song. But right now, that's about how I feel.
Behinder has finally come clean with me. He's sorry for leading me on and acting seductively, he says because of his "emotional idiocy", he didn't think what it would do to me. But yes, he's been dating STD Nurse for eight months now, and he has no intention of changing that anytime soon.
So he not only purposefully hid this tidbit from me, but he went out of his way to tell me he was only casually dating instead of the "not casual" relationship he's having. She's even visited him here (they live three hours apart), and, lucky me, he decided to tell me that she "wears him out" when she visits. Tactless, yes, but I was blown away that he'd tolerate once-a-month sex, considering he's ended relationships in the past because he didn't get once-a-day sex.
Interestingly, he also shared that if they were not dating, its possible he'd pursue something with me again. Because there isn't any of sort incompatibility between us; just his own dumbass mistakes.
Supposedly he's telling STD Nurse his transgressions with me - namely, not telling her he was with me when he started fooling around with her, as well as his repeated attempts to get me to masturbate, because he "loved" getting me to that place so often. Also supposedly, STD Nurse doesn't care, because its "not physical".
Is anyone else buying the bullshit? I'm sure as hell not.
So I told Behinder today that he'd pulled one too many stunts with me. He leveraged both our relationship and our friendship so he could date this woman, a deceitful, manipulative "sweet" girl. I said I hoped the charade was all worth it, because he'd utterly humiliated me. He didn't deserve my love or friendship, even though he had both, unconditionally.
If anyone has some good 'purge-the-ex' ideas, I'm all ears. I've run into Behinder now twice in two days, and it sucks. Hugely. Although it might be fun to run into him when he's with the STD Nurse... I can think of a lot of things I'd love to tell her.
The Plot Thickens
Behinder finally admitted to me yesterday that he's been dating the woman I've dubbed the STD Nurse: the nurse-in-training he unceremoniously left me for, who in turn gave him a (luckily) innocuous STD.
I started the conversation with eight points I wanted to make:
- I feel ashamed and foolish because of how you chose to interact with me.
- You took the easy way out with this entire situation, the whole time (and continue to), and I am very angry with you for that.
- I find this cycle of "sweet" yet manipulative/deceitful women to be abhorrent, and I am furious with you for continuing to make excuses for these women's behaviors.
- You completely disregarded me as a supposed good friend.
- We've been having intimate conversations/interactions, which, although not technically cheating are COMPLETELY inappropriate between two people where one is dating someone else.
- Because of the last point, I'm now the kind of woman I never wanted to be - again - because of your poor judgment. I may not seem to be the most moral of women, but I do have a strict moral code that I refuse to break. I may not like STD Nurse's actions or behavior, but I would have NEVER encouraged or initiated anything had I known.
- I feel you've placed higher value (based on your actions) for a relative stranger rather than one of your supposed closest friends, and being that you've said several times you'd never be friends with STD Nurse if you weren't having sex with her, this devalues our interactions.
- Your excuse that "she was always around" when you were visiting your friends as an excuse to continue dating STD Nurse is ridiculous, and sounds like something more appropriate coming from a 14-year-old.
So he counters with, "you keep going back to it, yet you still never answer my question, which is , If you hadn't forgiven me for it, why still talk to me?" and I answered, yelling, "Because you told me to wait." (He did. Specifically, he'd assured me things would get better in a couple of months, and that I was worth the wait. A couple of hours later, he was bopping the STD Nurse).
And then I explain my definition of love, which is essentially to see the nasty in someone, and STILL care about them. I said that I realized I did, realized my errors, knew damn well that I was fucked up at the time, and was being patient, working on my own stuff. He counters with, "that is love to me too," to which I reply, "aha, so that's why you're running to poor STD Nurse's maligned side." He said nothing.
He then said that STD Nurse knew he flirts with me, and thinks its harmless. I explained that what we'd been doing was well beyond flirting, and he bloody well knows it. He agreed.
Then he tells me he obviously can't change my mind, to which I am puzzled. I ask, "I didn't realize changing my mind was the goal. What does that mean?" Him: "Well, you are pretty effectively negating everything I say. Which still doesn't account for the fact that I think differently than you do, and so events played out the way I thought they could best be done. I never claimed they were the right and true way, but the best I could do, with my inexperience dealing with emotional issues."
And THEN we get to the good stuff.
Him: And I don't want to hurt anyone. Which is why I thought it was over, that I hurt you too much to go back. it was something I couldn't bear. It was welcome to again interact with you, but I would never let myself go any farther.
Me: well duh, you are with someone else
Him: talking about right after the shit, but yes it carries to the present. I guess I am thanking you for allowing me back in your life, at least a little.
Me: But I still don't understand. What couldn't you bear?
Him: being with you with the fuck up I've been
Me: what, and I had no say in the matter?
Him: Over how I feel? No. But I didn't know you would be embarrassed, but I did detect some hostility there, so I let it lie. It didn't change our interactions.
Me: Had I known, it would have. I would have NEVER shared what I had.
Him: but I would have still, obviously
Me: would have, obviously.. but dammit, that's really not fair. Its not like you share that with your other friends. Its a level of intimacy usually shared between partners, and yet you're too guilty to go there, so you're essentially getting the best of both worlds. Its not fair to the person you are with, and its not fair to me.
Him: ...
Me: but its all moot, I guess. you obviously love this woman, and I'm obviously shit out of luck. so....
Him: and once again I must leave you to sleep, on that excellent note.
Me: That was excellent?
Him: that was sarcasm
*****
I'm so confused its not funny anymore.
Emotionally Distant Men
Alright. I've dated my fair share. Behinder is probably the worst of the bunch, although he was the opposite when I first met him. *sigh* Anyone getting tired of my moping about this guy yet?
So anyway... when I was looking for reprint permission for the quote from yesterday about men not wanting what they have (Just What I Needed To Hear), I found another Q&A from Christian Carter about emotionally distant men.
Hm. I don't think I gave this guy enough credit the first time around. Here's the Q&A, also in its entirety; I'll comment further in another post later on today when I have a chance.
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Contextually…
So I had two people ask me to email them or post here the Christian Carter/Date.com newsletter clip I spoke of yesterday. Fair enough. I checked with Carter's folks, and they have no issue with me reprinting it, so here it is in its entirety.
Yes, I'll readily admit this is a much longer post than what I'd normally put up in this blog. Ok, I'm impatient too. But it helped me to clarify a few things I'd conveniently wiped from my memory to avoid the truth, as well as gave me some more questions to think about in relation to the Behinder's recent admission (And You Say Women Are Confusing?)
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Its Not You. It’s Me.
I've noticed a theme in the past couple of years in my dating life. I meet someone, its intense and lovely, and things are humming along nicely for a month or two. Then I'm suddenly sideswiped by The Talk: he's met someone else and its already in full swing. When I ask what happened between us, I'm given a similar answer by each: something is missing. I don't know what it is. Sorry I hurt you. You deserve better.
Sometimes these betrayals have stung longer than they should have, but most I just look back at with gratitude. Meaning: I'm very thankful that I found out early on what kind of men they were. And frankly, of the men who intimated something was missing, only one touched my heart.
But this theme makes me wonder. Is saying, "It's not you, it's me?" just a cop-out now? Does it really mean diddly squat? Is it just the easy way out? Or is there sort of dating deal breaker I'm sporting that only becomes readily apparent around the six week mark? One that is so elusive and/or fear-inducing, that it instills an immediate cease and desist.
My Tarot Card Love Forecast
Once in a while I like to read my own tarot cards. I picked up a deck a number of years ago, and when I feel the urge, I sit down and do a reading. Last night I read my cards for the first time in months.
I used a new four-card spread that I've never used before, found in a tarot card reading book. Its basic intent is to read the situation, obstacle, action recommended and outcome of a specific situation. I thought it would be interesting to do a reading about the guy I'm still in love with (according to my friends). What the hell, right?
I should add that every single piece of advice I've been given on the subject - both from friends and random blog commenters - has been to be direct with the guy. Let him know how I feel. Take the reigns and stop living in wait. Which I know is what I need to do, but I'm a gutless coward about these kinds of things. Whatever happened to men pursuing? Well with this guy, I've always known I'd have to be the pursuer. It's just the way he's wired.
So I wasn't shocked when my first card (situation) told me that I either needed to, or was meditating about a problem. I wasn't acting, I was thinking, and it was the right course of action. Take some time to rest and relax, contemplate and meditate. Spend some time alone and don't make any decisions.
Yup, that's pretty much what I've been doing.
My next card (obstacle) told me - literally - to stop worrying, and that everything was great. I have a bright future ahead of me. Think positively.
I was a bit stunned after that card.
The next card (action required) blew me away. I'll just quote exactly what is written on the card. "Be bold. Unleash your adventurous side! Take risks and be daring."
I ended the reading (outcome) with a card that said by following the tarot card's guidance, I would be unleashing my inner goddess.
If that isn't a smack in the arse, I don't know what is.
The Behinder (so named by a friend because he lives behind me) and I have tentative plans this weekend to watch a movie at my place.
Still In Love With Him
Earlier today, a friend of mine commented, "Oooooh. You're still IN LOVE with him! Now I get it..."
I was mortified.
Ten minutes later, after making myself seem like even more the fool by trying to explain that I'd never quite fallen in love with him in the first place... I gave up.
Yes. I still have feelings for the guy. Yes. I'd love to date him again/for real. Yes, our first date was my favorite date of all time. Yes, I blog about the dude (what seems like constantly). But no, I'm not obsessed with him, and no, I'm not still in love with him.
I'd like to say I am. It would probably make things a bit easier, and my friends might be a bit more understanding. But I only knew the guy a couple of weeks before we had to part ways initially, and although we've kept in touch and now live eerily close to one another, I'm pretty sure I've screwed up any chance in hell that we'll ever date again.
So I'm trying to date other people - or at the very least MEET other people. It's not going as well as I'd hoped, and I'm finding this town a bit more challenging with its number of eligible bachelors. As in, there aren't a lot. Statistically. I haven't given up. Yet.
But I should be able to mention the gent's name without my friends catcalling silly little songs, right? (A and B, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G...) Right? Or am I just too damn sensitive for my own good?
I really wish I hadn't screwed things up. Perhaps I'll blog about it... how royally I goofed... maybe someone will have a solution. Maybe I didn't goof up as badly as I'd thought, and he's thinking the same damn thing.
Jeezus! Listen to me. I sound like a 14-yr-old schoolgirl with a crush, not a 30-something woman who knows damn well there were genuine feelings on both sides - at one point.
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Does He Like Me?
At one point in time, he did. It all started with My Favorite Date, and we even dated for a few short weeks before I had to leave town. It was magical and amazing when it happened, and I still kick myself for leaving when I did. More than a year later we reunited, but things had changed. Something was missing he said, even though he readily admits he was in the midst of falling for me when we first met.
At one point in time we lived across the country from each other, but several years have passed and now our homes lie mere meters from one another.
We've both dated since; he countless other women (my head swims a bit trying to keep track of each one), whereas I had one fellow who broke my heart once and for all after years of back-and-forth withdrawals, and one young gal whose relationship with me was exceptionally short lived. I was willing to end everything with everyone for him, whereas two of the women he dated he chose to pursue instead of dating me again.
He's since admitted to me that he can be stupid to verifiably ridiculous proportions, and that sometimes he thinks with the wrong head.
Strangely, none of that matters to me. I still get twitterpated when I see him. He came over for a visit tonight.
There is undeniable chemistry between us still, and conversations flow like good wine, varying from the mundane to the risque and back again. We are both currently single and dateless.
Although we shared nothing more than great conversation this evening, it felt very much like the time spent during our first few encounters. Was it a date? Does he like me? Again? More?
I feel silly and childish to admit: I'm afraid to ask.
My Favorite Date, Part III
If you are showing up halfway through this story, here are parts one and two.
My friend and I invite my date to sit down, and he does - but not after going to grab some tea with me inside. I quickly find out we are both tea aficionados, and I talk his ear off about my favorite brews while he patiently listens. I find his face vaguely reminiscent of someone, but I can`t quite figure out who, so I continue to prattle on. I`m a talker at the best of times, but in this situation I was surprised anyone was able to get a word in edgewise. My date seems quite comfy with me doing the majority of the verbal work.
When we got back to the table where my friend was sitting, the gent who we'd watched run out just moments before had joined her. I asked him why he ran but he didn't have a coherent answer. Hm. As I raised my eyebrow at my friend, the three of us proceeded to try and suss out the gent. We quickly discovered he'd come to the meeting to exchange music from his iPod, yet he didn't own an iPod. He lived mere blocks away, and wanted us to come to his place to check out his music collection. Oh, no, wait - that's why he ran out of the coffee shop, because he forgot his iPod perhaps? we asked. Nope. He just laughed in response.
The more questions that were asked of iPod man, the stranger things got. After 45 minutes I still was too shocked at my date's attractiveness, and hadn't managed to even take a peek at him because of the way we were all sitting. Still, I wanted iPod man to go away, as his reverse discrimination and bizarre, ever-changing reasoning was really getting my goat. So, I thanked him for coming along. He got the hint and left.
After he was out of earshot, the three of us proceeded to share a long and hearty laugh, discussing the weirdness we'd all just been a part of. As that conversation became tiresome, my friend decided it was time for her to head back to her place. Since I was staying with her while stopping by on my way through town, we discussed my "curfew": midnight. As my friend bid us farewell with a wink and a nudge (how subtle) my 'date' and I made our way across the street to the bowling alley. I absolutely love bowling - even competed at a fairly high level as a kid - but I'd never gone on a bowling date. So off we went.
We had two lanes all to ourselves, while another group of rowdy folks played nearby. The lanes were dark, the music was deafening, and the lasers were on. That's right, it was laser bowling. Hard to make much of a conversation, other than to exclaim prowess or defeat. Needless to say, I creamed my date at the game, but not without increasing the tension between us. Good tension. Really, really good tension. The kind that makes you feel like your belly is being tickled with pop rocks every time you look at the other person. Like your bodies are magnets, draw to one another by forces beyond gravity. It was confusing, exhilarating, and absolutely delightful - and so was he.
But the date still wasn't over. Neither of us were willing to stop whatever magic was blossoming, so we decided to go for a walk to get some fresh air and get to know each other better.
More to come... soon.