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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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Pre-Date #1
Oh my goodness, I may just be going on a date tomorrow. #1 of the year, and the first in... gosh. Eight months? Ew.
My last date was with the Behinder, and its negligible if we are still dating/dating again. Is sex the only way to tell you're dating someone? If so, then ok, we're not dating.
Anyway...
Better than Sex Guy has settled into his new place, and says he's starting to make a life of his own. 40 years old, retired military, with a 2-year-old son. Yup, he's living the life! (and seems very grateful for his good fortune) His last five-word email asked me when we'd be meeting up at the park so the kidlets could play. Oddly (strangely? fatefully?) he lives around the corner from my place. So it looks like tomorrow we may just be finally meeting up, after a month or two of long distance chat. Is it a date? Not sure, but I'll say it is just to stroke my ego a bit.
Time To Start Dating Again
I think I've been in hiding long enough. So far no dates, but I am chatting with a couple of gents.
- Better Than Sex Guy: He's finally moved to town and his Internet connection is hooked up. Still, his emails are brief - his last one three words long, extolling the virtues of having a park across the street from his house.
- Favorite Date Guy, aka the Behinder: Ok, so I doubt we'll date again, but dammit, I want to. Add to his confusing as hell chat the other night, and I've confirmed my torch-holding days aren't over yet. *sigh*
- The Farmer: This guy is a New Kid on the Block; I've just started chatting with him. I think he may be more of a fisherman than a farmer, but all he's shared so far is that he just finished a BSc, and he's currently working on his parents farm. He lives (by his estimation) about 1.5hrs North of me, so I doubt I'll be meeting him anytime soon. He's got me a bit worried, too, since he's said several times he's very picky about the women he dates. I have a feeling I've already been picked out of his dating patch. Still, he instigates conversation several times a day, and seems intelligent, sexy, witty and a bit dark. Just how I like 'em.
- Homesteader: Also a newbie, this gent just messaged me today. He lives remotely, homesteading and raising cattle, and rarely gets Internet access. His photos and personality are exceptionally intriguing to me - but he lives more than four hours away. His profile also says he's got kids who live with their Mom but "that shouldn't matter because I'm not looking for my soulmate or anything". Uh, yeah. At least he's honest, but based on that comment alone I doubt we'll connect. I'll still keep the communications open, for now.
And You Say Women Are Confusing?
A chat with the Behinder yesterday left me more confused than ever. In a nutshell: we met and dated briefly before we were forced to part ways geographically for a year. It was later admitted we were 'falling for each other'. Yet when we reconnected, he felt something was missing. We're still friends and talk often.
Him: i'm trying to keep from getting too involved. does that sound reasonable?
Me: ew. That sounds horrible, but yes, I get it.
Him: i would be extremely uncomfortable if you jumped me, for instance, but I am unsure as to what my reaction would be.
Him: whether my instincts would take over
Him: so I try to keep some sort of distance between us. its not much. but enough.
Anyone speak guy-ese? Care to decipher?
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.
My Favorite Date, Part IV
There's a background to this story. You'll find the others here: Part One, Two and Three.
As we finished bowling, it became obvious neither of us was ready to have the evening end. Alas, the curfew my friend had imposed upon me was nearing, so we walked over to her place. I was hoping I'd be able to convince her to give me her house keys so I could stay out as long as I wanted. Luckily my friend embarrassed me only a teensy tiny bit before handing them over. And so, we were off.
But what to do? We were downtown in a major metropolitan area. It was past midnight. The streets were mostly bare save some homeless people wandering about. I wasn't about to jump into his car and go back to his place.
So we walked. For hours. Without a purpose, other than to continue sharing space with one another. Which was making me vibrate more and more with the energy shared between us, but left me frustrated that I couldn't really get a good look at him unless it was out of the corner of my eye.
Finally we found a place to sit: a beautiful, almost romantic corner next to a community center. We were completely alone, and could do or say anything we wanted to. Yet all we did was talk, and talk. Rather, I talked, and he listened intently. I later found out he'd mentally cataloged every word I'd said. I've never felt so heard in my life, and recognition is a huge part of my motivation.
Several hours passed, and it became obvious that we couldn't stay out all night. It was cold and the concrete seat was uncomfortable. Nothing was open, and I wouldn't get into his car. We hadn't kissed, nor had we touched each other. And I knew that if I looked into his eyes one more time, we would.
Instead, he walked me "home" like the perfect gentleman, saying how happy he was to have met me, and hopefully that we could do it again.
It was a simple date, and after typing it all out I realize I can't recapture the magic I felt that night. But what I did know was that I'd met someone truly special, someone who would change me in a very important way, even if we never saw each other again. This man saw me. He got me. The way he looked at me brought tears to my eyes - he truly, honestly thought I was beautiful, and not just physically.
I've never been a proponent of love at first sight, but that night? Anything was possible.
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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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