Passed The Test?

Per usual, I overextended myself this past weekend and never quite caught up on sleep that I lost in the previous week/weekend, but this wasn’t just any run of the mill overly social weekend, it was The Teacher‘s 30th birthday weekend and I really wanted to make him feel really special because he deserved it…annnndddd…I just really love celebrating people’s birthdays.

Since he and I had, had some solo time a few days before the actual day, he asked if it would be ok if I basically spent the entire afternoon/evening with him and his friends, to which I was perfectly fine with. His friends (who we had brunch with the week prior) coordinated a game afternoon of sorts. While his friends are very different from mine (they’re a little more calm, maybe a bit more reserved and way more sophisticated)  I’ve gotten used to them and I can tell they really care a lot about him, which I think is very sweet. They seemed just as excited about his birthday as I was, which was far more excited than The Teacher was. I think he was mostly just excited to have an excuse to day drink the bottle of Scotch I bought him, because birthday!

Shortly after arriving, his other two friends (the married couple) arrived with a gang of snacks in tow. I’m talking groceries from Whole Foods, bih! The couple that was hosting (the engaged couple) had a plate of cheese, lunch meat and bowl of pretzels, but this couple upstaged them in their own house, which was kind of funny. We all stood around in the kitchen as they unpacked their bags. We had dinner plans later that evening, so I was confused as to why they felt the need to bring so much food until they unpacked bag #3 and handed me chicken jerky, halo top ice cream and two different kinds of cheese sticks (I ate the cheese sticks before snapping a photo).

 

The Teacher mentioned that you were doing Keto and we’ve both done it and we know it sucks when you don’t have many choices of things to eat, so we brought you keto snacks so that’d you have something to eat too because he says you often don’t think of yourself and sometimes you forget to eat.”

Ya’ll. YA’LL!

I don’t know if it was the alcohol (I had downed a drink on an empty stomach), the exhaustion (I had stayed up til 3 a.m. frosting birthday cupcakes I made for him), my blood sugar (I had actually forgotten to eat that morning) or just genuine flattery from the nice gesture, but that really warmed my heart and gave me that burning sensation you get when you feel like you’re about to shed (happy) tears. They in no way needed to do that, but the fact that they took time (and money) to think enough of me to bring me food was sooooo sweet. I was very appreciative of the love.

charlie puth hearts

Shortly after snack time we got started playing board games. Now I like board games and my friends and I have game nights fairly frequently, but The Teacher and his (guy) friends like some SUPER complex board games–games I’ve never even fucking heard of, but in the handful of times I’ve played with them now, I’ve faked tried to be a good sport and at least pretended to really enjoy and understand the game. I didn’t realize I wasn’t alone in this foolery until the girls (the wife and fiancee) asked for my cellphone number so we could group text about how much we hated whatever game we were playing. It was kind of a relief that I wasn’t alone in feeling that way and to my knowledge, the guys never even noticed that we were communicating with one another.

who run the world

During the board game, the Teacher would periodically show affection. He’d gently rub my back or place his arm around me or on my leg, he’d even kiss me here and there, but nothing overly inappropriate, just brief and sweet expressions of affection. I typically don’t like a great deal of PDA, but since we were in a more intimate setting with friends of his that were also in (more serious) relationships, it felt natural. I’d say 3/4 of my “friend group” are single(ish), so doing relationship-y things in their presence would feel strange–at least at first…which is part of my apprehension for integrating The Teacher into my friend group, but I have some smaller things planned in the coming week with friends of mine that are in relationships.

Anyway, at one point his friend’s fiancee felt the need to stand on a soap box to talk about how “FUCKING CUTE” she thought we were being and how happy she was for us and how apparently when we first started dating he showed them a photo of me and they thought and STILL think I’m beautiful and how much they LOVE me and so on…It was sweet to hear all of the kind words, even though most of these compliments were coming from the most sauced up person at the table. Everyone seemed to agree with her though. Cheers. I felt like I passed some sort of test with that declaration.

scotch

Shortly after her table speech (and adding me as her facebook friend), she asked why he and I were not “facebook official”, to which we both admitted to having the “facebook discussion”, but that both of us were too lazy to ever login to facebook and use it on a regular basis, so it never became a priority to even be facebook friends, let alone publicly display that we’re in a relationship with one another. This honestly hadn’t crossed my mind since talking to my friend’s boyfriend a few weeks back where he also admitted that they weren’t facebook friends either. In time when we both stop being lazy, I’m sure we’ll eventually become facebook friends to never tag each other in photos, statuses or even each other’s walls–is it still called wall?

no idea

We ended up downtown some time later for dinner and while the Teacher was quite sauced, he was more of a goofy, free spirited, I-still-have-my-shit-together, kind of sauced. The kind of intoxication peak that most people hit right before everything goes south (luckily he never went south). He was happy and I could tell he was genuinely enjoying everyone’s company and that made my heart smile. His cute little acts of affection continued throughout the night and I was surprisingly not entirely weirded out by it.

We ended the evening well after 2 a.m. back at his place just enjoying a few low energy moments together before being old and crawling into bed. He continued to express how appreciative he was for everything I had done, as he knew I really made a huge effort for him! It felt great to hear that from him, because I really wanted him to have a good birthday and practically stressed myself out over it, when he’s really a simple person that doesn’t require or ask for much.

For the first time since we’ve been seeing each other, I actually allowed myself to lazily sleep until noon (he normally does this with no problem at all). My anxiousness around him is starting to fade. I feel a level of comfort with him now that I haven’t felt with someone in a really long time and it feels amazing. It feels wonderful to wake up next to this person and knowfeel that they genuinely care about you…

Ugggh, what is all of this sugary sweet babble even???

And to think, I almost let this pass me by because I was being stupid and blind (not that being blind equates stupidity, because it doesn’t).

 

 

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A Second Goodbye?

Apparently the theme of the moment is “endings” and in keeping with that theme, I had an interesting conversation with blast from the past yesterday on my way home from work.

Admittedly, I’m still a tad bummed out that our goodbye was fairly condensed and we actually had an open discussion about it, which is rare for us, because that was always an issue when we dated. He reminds me of BF with his emotions, but has definitely (over the years) been deeply vulnerable (which means a lot).

I told him how I felt short changed with our “goodbye”, because realistically, he’s moving across the country in about three weeks, which makes it that much more difficult to visit. I don’t have the kind of disposable income to just buy plane tickets like that (like he does). This is no longer a three hour drive, this is plane tickets and time off of work, distance and with him basically not being around on weekends up until his move, that’s it. That’s all she wrote. I can’t even see him before he moves because it’s a bad time of year to take time off of work (during the week–since that’s the only time he’ll be around). He surprisingly actually listened to me, sincerely apologized and kept reassuring me that this wasn’t “goodbye forever”. He explained how he felt that with the amount of history we have, he wanted to tell me the news in person–which is sweet and I get, but the timing just ended up not syncing properly and we had our goodbye in a sports sports bar, after two luke warm beers.

Our conversation lightened up shortly after as he went on to tell me how moving preparations are going. Being that this is now his…fourth move (third long distance move) since I’ve known him, he’s still managed to be a bit scatterbrained when it comes to planning out the finer details. He told me he hasn’t been able to sell his (current) condo and hasn’t quite decided on a place to live when he arrives in Denver and whether or not he wants to live in downtown or out a ways and try to actually buy a house this time (for the additional space). He mentioned changing his mind about shipping his Camaro and instead decided he would just make the 24+ hr drive and asked if I wanted to join him on the “adventure”.

You’re welcome to come with. I could use some company 🙂

The proposition at first seemed inciting…what I wouldn’t give to just leave this place for a few days and get away from everything…cross country trip in the SS, nothing but sunshine and fun times…but the entire trip would have to be rushed due to him only allowing himself a weekend to get there. I would then have to be back to work promptly that Monday morning at 6 a.m. for a mandatory work event, so it seems that the stars won’t be aligning on this one. I’d literally have to leave as soon as we got there.

He then presented me with Option C…which is him basically leaving all of his shit here and just flying out there to start work and coming back to get his shit once he’s made a decision on where he’s actually living? He’d probably be a little less rushed at that point, I would imagine.

I never promised joining him on any trip, whether it’ in two weeks or two months, but did give him my word that I would *try* to monitor airline ticket prices for late summer/early fall and *see* if the expense would fit into my budget, which is tight at the moment (I’m saving to buy a house).

I have mixed emotions about this entire situation and not the good kind. I hate that my emotions don’t stop at my genuine happiness for him (because I AM happy for him)–no, they had to roll down the complex hill, into emotional valley. I think part of my emotional complex about all of this is that I feel guilty for basically not making more of an effort to “visit” over the past year because I took it for granted that he was a couple hours down the road…but visits work in both ways and he didn’t necessarily make that much of an effort either…

In any situation, I can say that he sincerely does care about me as a person and cares deeply about our friendship. That I DO know, regardless of  how silly he’s been.

I have no idea how all of this is going to go, but fact of the matter is, it’s happening and I’ve got to mentally accept it. If our friendship is strong enough, we’ll keep it going, I guess.

Here Comes Goodbye…

I took a miniature family vacation this past weekend. Obviously as an adult I don’t vacation with my family too often, but every so often we’ll link together for a short weekend getaway. This weekend’s venture was to an amusement park, which just so happened to be in the same city blast from the past lives in. I’ve admittedly been a bit “distant”  both physically and emotionally in our friendship over the past few months (part of this was due to dealing with heartache), but I figured I’d use the quick weekend trip as a way for us to link over dinner or drinks.

We made plans for dinner Saturday night. The hotel my family and I were staying in was about four blocks from his condo in downtown, so he promised to swing by to pick me up. I opted not to stay with him this trip due the obligations of “family time”. I figured we could always do the hanging out thing another weekend when I visited the city solo, right?

His camaro pulled up about 7 p.m. in front of the hotel, I hoped in (freshly showered and all dolled up) and we were off to dinner. We small talked (as we usually do) on the journey over…about gas prices, the weather, our jobs, etc. Typical chit chat. We arrived at dinner on the other side of the city around 7:30–a classy-ish sports bar decorated with photos of the historic sites of the city. We’d been to this spot a couple of times together, but this time just felt different and I couldn’t put my finger on why.

We immediately dived into conversation shortly after sitting down. He seemed to be a semi chatty mood, which isn’t always the case when we’re together. He updated me on his family: his sister’s pregnancy, his cousin’s (who also lives in town) engagement, his dad’s numerous cross country trips now that he’s retired, etc. All seemed well with them (mostly). Throughout the conversation he kept bringing up Denver and how in visiting his father (who splits his time between Denver/Aspen and Miami), he’s grown to love skiing. Cool story, bro. He must have rambled on about this for nearly fifteen minutes before asking had I ever been to Denver and had I ever been skiing?

We laughed as I painted a picture of me stumbling down a mountain and breaking every bone in my body.

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Highly amused, he smiled and said:

You should come to Denver sometime.

His words seemed a bit off putting. I wasn’t sure if he meant visiting in general or going there with him when he visits his father. Once upon a time ago when we dated, he constantly brought up bringing me home to meet his family, but of course over the course a year, those plans never quite came together (I did end up meeting his mother when she came to town to visit on his birthday weekend, though). Why would they now as friends? I learned to stop taking guys seriously when they say shit like that.

I don’t know anyone in Denver…but I guess I could visit at some point. Let me know when you go there next and maybe we can coordinate.

I figured that was the end of the Denver conversation, but he kept going on about it. He talked about the economy, the sales tax (or lack thereof?), the weather, the public transportation, the frequency and cost of flights from here to there. He wouldn’t get off of it.

You’re probably wondering why I keep bringing up Denver, huh?

A bit sauced, I chuckled and told him that no, I really WASN’T wondering why he kept bringing up Denver. Like with everything else, I just assumed he was just rambling…but that’s when shit got real serious.

That’s because I’m moving there.

Surprisingly my first reaction was genuine happiness for him.

That’s great, I’m so happy for you! That’s so exciting 🙂

And truth be told, I was happy for him. This was huge for his career! He went on to explain how he had put his condo up for sale, how he was flying out the following weekend to look for houses, how he had already decided what moving company he was going to use and even how he was transporting his precious camaro instead of driving it the 18 hours cross country. His words kind of trailed off as I started to slowly process everything he was saying. I watched his lips move as I tuned him out. I asked how long he knew and he told me the news was relatively new. About two weeks. He explained how he felt that he “owed it to me” to break the news in person, instead of over the phone. Funny thing is, we’ve been in semi frequent communication over the past few weeks…

I start my new job July 1st. You should visit.

I mentally checked out shortly after the news broke. It was all fairly bittersweet. While happy for him, it dawned on me that he was moving. Across the fucking country. This would drastically change the dynamic of our already strained friendship for sure. Granted, we had already been through this song and dance one other time before. Shortly after we broke up–maybe not even a full month, he accepted a job in the city he lives in now (about 2.5 hrs west of here). At the time, I wanted him gone out of anger. Whatever. Good riddance. I didn’t want to run into him and see his face, He cheated and the last thing I wanted to do was be associated with him. I wanted him out of my life for good and what better way to get closure than for him to move away.

We didn’t talk much between our breakup, his new job announcement and actual move. Those weeks leading up to him leaving were all kind of a blur as I was processing the demise of our relationship and attempting to move on. I did do him the favor of helping him pick up his uhaul for the move, but I left my good deeds at that. He moved, I wrote him out of my life and for the better part of 4-5 months he was the one attempting to initiate any sort of contact or friendship. I made very little effort with him. I eventually let go of my anger and slowly (at a safe distance) decided to welcome him in as a friend again. But only as a friend and on my terms. His relationship with the girl he cheated on me with fizzled out not even 2 months after he moved (which is not surprising since it was long distance). He hasn’t dated or been in a relationship since (at least nothing serious). Fastforward five years, a move, several dates/situationships/boyfriends later and we’ve managed to remain friends and through all of that, he’s now moving across the fucking country.

Our ride back to downtown was quiet. I was still brewing on his move and how those last few moments of silence would probably be the last time we saw one another for a while. Sure, I could visit or he could visit, but plane tickets are not cheap. I don’t have $300 just sitting around waiting to be spent. We already barely see one another 4 times a year and we live about 300 hundred miles away in the same damn state. What would cross country look like? Am I ready to accept that, that could be the end of it?

As he pulled up to my hotel I stressed to him the importance of keeping in touch and being fucking responsive. He’s admittedly really shitty at that (probably THE WORST at it), which makes maintaining any sort of normal friendship with him difficult at times, especially long distance. The crazy thing is, he genuinely (in person) seems to want me in his life. Anyway, he promised he would keep in touch, but I’ll believe it when I see it. I’m not counting on it and I refuse to be the only one making an effort.

He gave me a long hug goodbye and that was that. That was it. As he drove off, I became a bit angry as I realized I was robbed out of a proper goodbye. He essentially knew he was moving and failed to tell me this prior to this weekend. I was blindsided. Had I known he was moving, I would have made more of an effort to rearrange my weekend to spend more time with him.

good bye

Instead, we spent our last moments in a sports bar, downing warm beers and making empty promises. What a crock of shit.

This situation (for me) has been emotionally complex. While I no longer feel romantic feelings towards him, we’ve become good friends and I’ve grown used to him being around. It’s taken many years to get to the point where we’ve even been able to be good friends (he’s actually at times referred to me as his “best friend”).  I’ve taken it for granted that I could just shoot down the road three hours for the weekend for a temporary “get away” if I needed it and now even that’ll be gone. In the grand scheme of things whether he’s a 3 hour car ride or a 4 hour plane ride away, he’s still away and has been so for almost five years.

I really hate goodbyes, especially rushed ones. I’m going to have to accept the possibility that we’ll probably lose touch eventually. Life (as it always has a way of doing) will get in the way and soon we’ll shoot each other annual “happy birthday” texts and that’ll be it.

 

Galentine’s Day?

I’ve been hearing the word, “Galentine’s Day” tossed around quite a bit this year. Per Wikipedia’s definition, this is actually an unofficial “holiday” celebrated on February 13th to celebrate a day for “ladies celebrating ladies”. This came about from a Parks and Recs episode, but is apparently celebrated by some people in real life. Go figure. This almost reminds me of that time my ex made me watch “Girlfriend’s Day” with him one night (on Netflix). The movie was terrible is about some made up holiday a greeting card writer created to basically have another reason to sell cards and to (I guess) “win” his (ex) girlfriend back? The movie for lack of a better word was weird, but we ended up laughing about how we couldn’t believe it was real and also how we somehow “missed the holiday”. Low and behold, there is also a “Boyfriend’s Day” too (not the movie, the holiday). We didn’t miss that one in IRL though….and only “celebrated” it to be funny in reference to the silliness of “Girlfriend’s Day”.

Anyway, I’m rambling about things in the past and I shouldn’t be…Where were we….? Ah yes, “Galentine’s Day”….

I first heard about this about a week ago when one of my female friends drunkenly suggested we all go out for “Valentine’s Day” because all of us are single-ish, right now. I didn’t take her too serious, because she was about three beers deep and because at the time, I wasn’t sure I wanted to even acknowledge the holiday. To be honest, even though I haven’t *always* been single during Vday, I’ve just never cared much for the holiday. I wasn’t single last year on Vday and still tried to mostly avoid it. I’m one of those people that feels like its unnecessary stress and expectations on everyone. I’m from the school of thought that, “everyday should be vday” if you’re really in love with someone (not necessarily by way of elaborate gifts,  but love)…you don’t have to wait until Feb 14…rather, you SHOULDN’T just make that known on Feb 14…you should make it known year ‘round, in addition to recognizing it (I guess)…I don’t know…I’m rambling again, you get the point though.

Anyway, this past weekend, a few other friends of mine mentioned the looming holiday again, this time suggesting we do a “Galentine’s Day” of sorts.

A who, girl? I got the reference of “Gal” and “Valentine’s”, but it just sounded silly, but they were being dead ass serious. DEAD. ASS.

So now not only do I have to openly acknowledge that I’m SINGLE AF on this holiday, I now have to go parade around with my chick posy shouting it out and waving our bras in the air? What does one even do on Galentine’s Day? Do you cry into a pint of beer? Do you throw darts at printed photos of your ex? Do you sing revengeful breakup songs around a bond fire? I’m not up on the culture here…and I don’t “hate” my ex (though he is emotionally reckless a nice guy), so I don’t want to be around that energy. I’m already easily agitated if I have to think about past relationships.

My friend loosely planned this outing as beer and food truck cuisine on Wednesday because, “we don’t need men to feel loved”. Ok then. Girl power. Yeah…I guess the thought has some clout there.

I’ve since had about three other groups of friends mention this, “Galentine’s Day” with everything from wine and Netflix, to a movie and dinner date with your “girls”. It’s a little overwhelming to be invited to so many gatherings, but I guess I’m flattered and happy that we all have each other’s backs. I think a bunch of male friends even suggested a “Palentine’s Day” dinner…?

now sis

To be completely honest though, I don’t really see myself participating in “Galentine’s Day” (and maybe not even “Palentine’s Day”) this year…It’s all very endearing, but baby no. I’m just not in the mood. I’m indifferent about Vday in general and I’d like to not be reminded of it as much as humanly possible. I just want to move past it. The last thing I want to do is to go ANYWHERE public and see couples, coupling. I think that would hurt more than simply treating it as another day and going home. Also, even though I’m “dating”, I think it’s tacky to even bring Vday up to someone (some guys) so new in your life (that are literally on a 30-day trial subscription as it is). Besides, I have to work late anyway, so I’m really not going to be in the mood to be “social” after pulling a 12 hour work day. I think I’d rather just drown myself in halo ice cream and go to bed early. We’ll see.

Am I being a grouch about this? I’m being a grouch, aren’t I? Leave me alone and let me enjoy my trashiness.

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On another semi related note, I’m having surprise flowers sent to two of my MALE friends who were SUPER supportive during my time of healing from the breakup and that to me is “enough” for my participation in the holiday (which sidenote: sending flowers is also stressful. I don’t think I’m ever doing that again). Actually, three of my male friends were super supportive, but the other one is happily in a relationship and I don’t want to step on toes. Just know I appreciate you, if you’re reading this 🙂 . You know who you are!

 

And….uh… happy er….Val-Gal-Pal-en-tines Day of love and/or loneliness. May whatever you want to happen, happen?

“Hold on to Hope If You Got It”

While working this morning, I decided to listen to Paramore’s latest album (After Laughter) and stumbled upon the song “26”. While, I’ve had this album downloaded for months, I’ve never *really* listened to it from start to finish. I’ve skipped around here and there. Anyway, I finally listened to this entire song today and it’s beautiful, but also a little sad. It kind of reminds of being in a hopeless place after being heartbroken and trying to talk myself into “not giving up all hope”. That’s a difficult place to be in and one I don’t wish on my worst enemy. Everything seems dark and desolate.

I’m thankful to be in a much better place today than several months ago. Life just keeps getting better as time goes on and I’m eager to see where the journey takes me next.

Here are the lyrics. The portion in red was particularly touching to me.

 

Man, you really know how to get someone down
Everything was fine until you came around
I’ve been chasing after dreamers in the clouds
After all wasn’t I the one who said
To keep your feet on the ground?
Man, you really brought me back down

Hold on to hope if you got it
Don’t let it go for nobody
They say that dreaming is free
But I wouldn’t care what it cost me

You got me tied up but I stay close to the window
And I talk to myself about the places that I used to go
I’m hoping someday maybe I’ll just float away
And I’ll forget every cynical thing you say
When you gonna hear me out
Man, you really bring me down

Hold on to hope if you got it
Don’t let it go for nobody
They say that dreaming is free
But I wouldn’t care what it cost me

Reality will break your heart
Survival will not be the hardest part
It’s keeping all your hopes alive
When all the rest of you has died
So let it break your heart 

And hold on to hope if you got it
Don’t let it go for nobody

Hold on to hope if you got it
Don’t let it go for nobody
They say that dreaming is free
I wouldn’t care what it cost me

Trucks and Tacos

I went on date #2 on Saturday with guy #2. I’m going to nickname him…”baby face” (because he’s adorable looks really young in the face).

I honestly didn’t think there’d be a date #2, but mostly because our rate of communication had dwindled throughout the week. We spoke everyday, but there’d be hours between our responses (and yes, this was on my end as well). On my end, work, friends, overextending myself with social engagements and juggling other guys (more on them later) was to blame, but I always responded to his texts in appropriate lengths and he did the same. Who knows, maybe he’s doing the same things, which is fine by me. I don’t “own” him and he doesn’t “own” me.

By Friday, we decided to set up a date for a semi late Tex Mex dinner Saturday night, which worked out perfectly, because I had a brewery date with “the teacher” (more on him in another post) around 5, which I had allowed a 2.5 hrs time slot in my schedule and an additional 30 minutes for a quick outfit change and the drive over to meet baby face across town. Yeah, I was doing a whole lot, guys. And yes, I did need to do an outfit change.

Baby face arrived a little later than me, but only by about five minutes. He looked nice in a Carolina blue polo shirt and jeans (the color was intentional due to a basketball game our rival teams played, where his won). We ordered our food and got the date started. Not that I was nervous before, but seeing him for a second time felt less awkward. He seemed more relaxed as well, but extremely tired, just like me (well, I was also half hungover, half drunk, but that’s not entirely relevant to this story).

After dinner, he suggested that we pop in to the Irish pub next door for a round or two of drinks. I wasn’t really up for drinking, but couldn’t think of anything to counteroffer, so I went along with it. We both drank beers and shared funny college stories. Some of his stories had me in stitches. He’s such a funny guy.

The pub closed not too long after we got there (about midnight), but he didn’t want the night to end and suggested we go to this area of the city to overlook planes taking off. It sounded overly romantic cheesy, but I took him up on it because I wasn’t ready for the night to end and maybe part of me was up for some spontaneous fun! I hopped in his full sized pick up truck (sidebar: I’ve always wanted to date a guy with a truck) and we were off (about 5 minutes down the road).

We watched a plane or two take off from his backseat (so we could cuddle without dealing with the center console) before we found ourselves making out. Unlike last time he was a lot less aggressive and allowed me to follow his lead instead of pulling me around like a ragdoll.

This continued for what only seemed like a few minutes, but actually ended up being hours. We ended up fooling around pretty heavy, but it felt right so I went for it. Every so often during this session, he’d look down on me and deep into my eyes. His gaze reminded me of the way my ex would look at me during “play time” (his actual words, not mine) when he’d tell me I was beautiful and couldn’t stop looking at me. It was a weird deja vu moment, which baby face interrupted to ask me what I was thinking about.

I snapped back to reality quickly, giggled and answered, “you”. He smiled and blushed.

As he kissed me all over and explored with his hands, I kept comparing him to my ex and how familiar he (ex) became with body and how he took his time with every curve as if he was creating a masterpiece, while baby face was still testing the waters, so to speak. All in all, baby face wasn’t doing so bad considering I was giving him very little to go off of, emotion wise. I was mostly silent and limited my motions quite a bit (because afterall, we were in public), but my grip would tighten and I would display a grin of satisfaction while looking him in the eyes. It’s like my emotions did an emergency shut off. Baby face at times seemed nervous, or overwhelmed, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do next or perhaps was surprised I had even “let him” go this far. Maybe he was wondering if I was “enjoying it”.  Perhaps he was battling in his head what I wanted vs. what he wanted in that moment. There were a lot of uncertainties under the serenity of the moonlight. I’m sure his mind was racing just as fast as mine. Anyway, the comparison thoughts sort of flickered and burned out just as quickly as they came and I ended up focusing more on him.

After we finished, he could tell I was exhausted (I admittedly dozed off a moment or two during some of this) and suggested we go back to cuddling, watching planes and looking out at the stars above us through the sunroof of the truck. He showed a really sensitive side and gently kissed my forehead a few times as I catnapped in his arms, which again, gave me weird flashbacks. We both eventually fell asleep and woke up around 4 a.m. chuckling about how old we were becoming.

He drove me back to my car, but not before we made a pit stop at a walmart to use the bathroom. Ha, we both walked in there flushed in the face with bed head and wrinkled clothing. The scent of his cologne hung off of my neck like a scarf. The employees that were inside definitely gave us some interesting looks, haha.

All in all, Saturday night was a lot of fun. It’s not my schtick to partake in such things so casually, but I just went for it. I’m human and have “needs”. While I’ve “dated” other guys since my last relationship ended, I haven’t really been intimate with anyone (to that extreme anyway) since. Perhaps this would explain the weird deja-vu moments with this being my first genuine, “hook-up” (geez, that sounds so impersonal)  since things ended or maybe I was just tipsy and tired, which clouded my judgement a bit. In a weird way though, I still feel very little emotional attachment to this guy even after what happened, which isn’t like me at all. I like him, I find him attractive and he’s very nice, but I don’t get “butterflies” when we’re together or see his name cartwheel across the notifications on my phone. It’s like my heart is on a sabbatical somewhere…and maybe never coming back? I’d be ok with that actually. “Feeling” is overrated. I don’t really want to “feel” right now.

shrug

Oh well.

It looks like we have plans for later on this week. Who knows what we’ll get into. Should be sensitional.

Two Steps Back

Yesterday was a bad day emotionally. It felt like my entire being was consumed with sadness and despair to the point where I could barely focus on anything. Several co-workers commented that I looked like I didn’t, “feel well”.

Truth be told, I don’t know what caused the emotional set back, because I’ve been in semi ok spirits the past week or so. Maybe this is partially to blame on “seasonal depression”. I’ve been pretty good about taking my anxiety medicine (both day and night), but I guess it’s too much to manage even with medication some days.

I’m going to attribute this to seeing him Sunday afternoon for coffee/hot chocolate. We had been communicating back and forth towards the end of the week about getting together to exchange our keys and personal items. So obviously, not something I was super pumped to do, but I knew I needed the closure that comes along with it.

It was a bitterly cold and cloudy afternoon when we met up. My initial reaction when I saw him getting out of his car and walking into the coffee shop was extreme anger. This is an emotion I haven’t really experienced this entire time. It was new, it was raw, I felt my face get hot. I intently looked down at my phone during this time, because I did not want to make eye contact with him. He ended up having to text me to let me know he had arrived.

After he got his hot chocolate, he came over to my table and suggested we sit outside where there was more seating, so we both bundled up and headed outside. I could tell he was nervous. His voice at times shaky, almost as if he was bracing for me to yell at him and make him feel like shit (which is not my gig. That’s petty and I wouldn’t dare allow him that sort of satisfaction of knowing he “got to me” ). Definitely not the confident voice I was used to…

We spoke about work, NFL, smartphones, pets, traveling, this past halloween, the drastic change in the weather, and so on. After a few minutes we spoke like old times, joking over stupid things.

When it came time for us to part, I handed him a gift I had picked up for him while on vacation a few weeks ago. It was a bottle of his absolute favorite bourbon that’s very difficult to find here. He seemed very touched by the fact that I even remembered that and thought of him. I mostly did it because my cat (who he pet sit for me — even though we broke up the week prior) “attacked him” one day (he showed me the scar on his arm).

After the gift exchange, we exchanged keys and other items that we had at each other’s houses. I figured that was that, and he pulled me in for a hug. I wasn’t expecting a hug, so it caught me off guard. It was also weird, because I’m used to kissing him after an embrace like that. Anyway, after the hug, he told me to “keep in touch”. I have no idea if he really means that or not, but we haven’t spoken since Sunday…not that we should have???

Perhaps I let it sink in yesterday that we could potentially never see or speak to each other again and that’s a big pill to swallow, especially since things ended so abruptly. Even though he said to “keep in touch” I feel like it would be more of an effort on my end than his and even then, he’s not obligated to respond. Why should he? It’s clear that he’s done with the romantic aspect of our relationship. He may care about me in the most general sense (like wishing me well), but that’s it.

Anyway, I’m still on the road to recovery. Rome wasn’t built in a day and I truly need time to adjust my mindset, let go, get rid of baggage and so on. Everything I’ve been reading about moving on after a breakup says to cut all communication with your ex for several months before even attempting to be friends with them. I’ve had breakups before and I don’t remember them being this difficult. Some were mutual and others I may have done the breaking up or also felt things were ending if I wasn’t doing the breaking up. With the exception of one relationship that ended due to cheating, I haven’t felt this many EXTREME emotions dealing with it. I did learn through all of my reading, that the person who initiated the break up sometimes goes through just as many ups and downs. Maybe guilt…wondering if they truly made the right decision, wondering if their ex is “ok”, if they will ever enter into another relationship that *will* work out to their standards..loneliness, etc. I don’t doubt he hasn’t experienced at least some of these things.

Here is to hoping I have better days ahead.

Super Late Update!

I have been terrible about updating this blog. My entire purpose in starting it was to basically regurgitate the ridiculousness of my life, but somehow I got caught up in work, “adulting” and personal crises to really give it the true attention that it deserves.

I’ll just cut to the chase because I’m not in the mood to be poetic or overly descriptive with my life, but I’m happy to report that I am now happily in a relationship. Yes, I have a boyfriend. Not a “situationship”, not a “we’re casually, kind of dating”, not a “FWB”, an actual, “we claim each other in public and among friends/family,” boyfriend.

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If you were to tell me several months ago that I would have this amazing guy stroll into my life (and with PURPOSE), I probably would have thought that was bullshit. I mean after all, I truly believed I had found “that guy” and was somewhat devastated when things didn’t work out. Actually no, I think my pride was just bruised.

Today makes two months together (in a relationship) and while that seems like a short period of time, it’s been nothing short but an amazing two months. I couldn’t ask for a more thoughtful/caring, intelligent, trustworthy, funny, talented, attractive partner in crime. Everything I’ve ever longed for in a guy….he embodies that and THEN some, with a smile.

As cheesy as it sounds, he still gives me butterflies every time we get together and I can’t help but to smile each time I see his name roll across my phone.

One of the things I like the most about him is how open, clear and determined he is with how he feels. He doesn’t have a problem telling me everyday/night how he feels about me (verbally, via text, over the phone, etc)…and us or how beautiful he thinks I amIn fact, from the beginning, he was very serious about the concept of us being together and made it clear that he wasn’t there to waste my time and guess what? His words and actions actually matched up. Go figure?

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While I want to run around telling everyone how awesome this guy is (uh, because he IS), I’m really trying to be calm and somewhat coy.

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Everyone doesn’t need to know every single thing we do/say/experience. While we’re very publically in a relationship on facebook (and out in public in general) and our friends/family know we’re in a relationship with one another, I’ve intentionally kept most things just between us and I think he’s ok with that. This is not to say that I’m ashamed of him, because I’m very proud to call him mine… I’m just not big on flaunting relationships on social media because it can be obnoxious after a while. No one cares to see every single thing ya’ll ate or places your happy asses went for 2-7+ consecutive days! FOH.

Our time together is really special to me and I want that to just be shared between the two of us right now.

Yeah, so that’s my update. I don’t care to update about the other boring aspects of my life, because why? No point. All is well.

 

He’s Growing on Me

I’ve been seeing this guy for a little over a month and a half now and I’m finally admitting to myself that we are indeed “dating”.

As much as I tried to deal with this situation completely apathetic and emotionless, I really can’t help but to really like the guy. He’s such a gentleman, he makes me laugh, he’s intelligent, he’s respectful, he can keep a conversation going, he REALLY LISTENS, he’s a total sweetheart and is appropriately affectionate. I feel protected and taken care of while I’m in his presence.

I feel at peace.

It’s still “new”, but I have to say that I’m really impressed with him. I didn’t think it was possible to date someone who was so attentive and caring. I’m curious to see how things unfold. So far we seem to really vibe well together. I guess it doesn’t hurt that our birthdays are literally a week a part (his was last Wednesday, mine is this Wednesday…which is well, tomorrow), so we’re the same zodiac sign.

In other news blast from the past is coming up “for work” starting Thursday (and should be gone Saturday afternoon–well hopefully, since I have plans with new guy that evening). Our last interaction (about three weeks) ago, went well (we even took a short road trip), but reminded me of all of the things I’ve longed for that this new guy offers without hesitation. While I find myself emotionally frustrated with blast from the past, things like this seem effortless with new guy. He has no problem being open and honest about his emotions and how he feels about me. I still like blast from the past, but I feel like there is a massive road block on our journey to work towards anything of substance. We like each other, but that’s about it. It’s been a couple of years now and my patience is paper-thin at this point.

We’ll see what the week unfolds.

To Feel.

I hate to admit this, but it’s scary to feel, because to feel, essentially means being volunerable and I’m at my weakest when I own up to it.

At the same time though, I know I’m truly alive when I  feel. Sometimes it’s a nice reminder that I’m human and that it’s ok not to be perfect.

I’ve been beating myself up quite a bit here lately trying to achieve perfection in many aspects of my life and it’s causing me extreme emotional distress and mental exhaustion. 

More on this later, but needed to regurgitate some late night thoughts.