Following the Full Moon and Other Intentions…

I need to find a new word for strange or weird as descriptives for my life. It’s different though. Different from so many others. The fact that I often see 2, 3 or 4 o’clock in the morning baffles some people. I guess it’s the gift of childless or bored humans as myself. Who knows… To be honest, most of my week was boring. However, boring to me is strange. I don’t do boring well.

After I’d told you all the tales of the “new guy” something happened, and quickly. He’d asked if he could see me the next night. I was busy. He’d asked if he could see me the night after. I said I was busy. Neither of my excuses either of these nights were true. There was just something holding me back from saying yes. Finally on Tuesday I’d agreed to see him.

We’d sat talking for a while and I tried. I really really tried. Soon I began to realize that you can NOT force a feeling, a spark, an attraction. I’m cursed. There was this beautiful man with a kind soul and bleeding heart and I could not feel anything. I found my mind wandering while he was talking, a lot. I found myself sitting further and further away and dreading the kiss that I knew would come at the end of our “date”.

There I stood, wedged in between my car door and my car seat with the “way out and away” just seconds from me. I could have just slid in the car and closed the door and left him with this look on his face of betrayal or at least mild curiosity or I could just try it. I could just let him kiss me and see if I felt anything at all.

How did I get here? Days ago I sat in a chair, at a bar listening to him and thinking, I could like this guy. I’m open for it. We had a great conversation. He was, is and will probably always be a gentleman. He’s smart and so attractive. Now, I stand here yearning to just escape.

Somewhere between the wine bar and where I was right at that moment I had lost all expectations that he would be anything but a tale on my blog. A tale to tell you all. There was no passion. There was no spark. There was no connection that I felt and emphatically HAVE to feel to even kiss a man or let him kiss me.

How is it possible for me to feel like one of the most sexual beings on this planet and yet I choose so carefully who my sexual partners are. Most, without giving them a second chance, a second date or even a second kiss… I just don’t understand. I just don’t believe in forcing anything and I feel like without that chemistry or connection you can’t move forward. I’m not someone who thinks things will change over time. I think if it’s there and you feel it then it’s real.

So, it happened. He tried to go in for a kiss but I’m sure he could sense what I was putting out there and he went in with caution. Too much caution so I shut it down. I told him that we could be friends but that I just wasn’t feeling connected to him. Maybe it’s just me but who wants to hear the whole, “It’s not you it’s me” bull shit. He sighed, looked at his feet and said he understood. Then he said that in the three times we’ve met he’s always thought that my mind was miles away and maybe my heart too. I replied that I agreed with the mind part, just wasn’t sure about the heart part.

I don’t know where my heart is or even if it’s just decided to leave me completely at this point. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to love someone. Well, to be fair, I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be IN love with someone. Again, maybe this heart of mine isn’t meant to have a companion. Maybe I’m not meant to have a happy ending. If that’s true, what am I supposed to do with that?

He reached out once since that night and asked how I was doing. I replied with a typical generic answer. Then I left the conversation knowing that it would be quite sometime before we speak again and even longer till I see him again, if ever.

I’m not sad, angry or upset. I’m apathetic. I think that’s the worse thing I could be is apathetic but I am. I think I’m more upset about being numb than actually feeling the numbness. It’s a story too old in my book. The good ones, the ones who could love me I feel nothing for. Those are the ones that could give me all the things that I need in this life. Except, I want the ones that do not love me, do not want to spend time with me, do not appreciate me or do not respect me. In all my years of living and the only constant in my life is music and the knowledge that I will probably, most likely, not have a romantic partner in my corner that I feel equal parts passion, a connection and a feeling of comfort, safety and respect.

Immediately after seeing him, I do what I usually do and just ignore what just happened. On Wednesday THE friend had bought us tickets to go see The National play. I was excited to see them as I haven’t before. The show was great. We’d met a couple there that we spent time talking to which I thought was nice. The show was over pretty early and we’d gotten some dinner after and he’d asked to stay at my place that night. This was fine as I was tired and as soon as we’d got home I went into my room, shut the door and past out. I assume he did the same on my couch but have no clue.

After that I was feeling drained and distant. I attributed my emotions to the full moon. I’d been feeling a push and pull type of energy. I’d been feeling disconnected to everything and felt very silent in nature. There were days I didn’t feel like getting out of bed but if I’d stayed in bed I would have just been laying wide eyes and the outline of the fan and daydreaming.

I’d been pretty low-key until tonight when I went shopping and took my GBF’s sister out to dinner. We drove around after that and chatted and chased the moon. I like my car rides for hours but for some reason tonight I wanted someone else there and she didn’t mind so she went along for the ride.

The moon guided my (our) journey this evening and I thought it better than sitting on my couch alone watching TV. By “watching” I mean having it on in the background and reading articles on my phone. My day wasn’t exceptional but it was better than nothing.

So, in summation, “new guy” is now “never even started guy”. I’ve emotionally drained this week and blaming it on the moon and I’ve been so completely unproductive this entire week. I’m feeling apathetic about the relationship that never was. I’m feeling numb to the fact that I am disconnected again and, as always, I’m horny as hell with no physical male outlet. Sunday is a new day. Lets see if I get better this week. I’m going to leave you tonight with a live video and lyrics of my favorite The National song called The Pull Of You. Hope you’re having a wonderful weekend. Nite xXx

The Pull of You By: The National (Because it has personal meaning right now)

Something’s leaving me behind
It’s just a feeling in my mind
What was it you always said?
We’re connected by a thread
If we’re ever far apart
I’ll still feel the pull of you
I know, I get it
I’m either at the bottom of a well
Or spinning into somebody’s outdoor glass furniture
Is this how I lose it?
Everything at once?
Carried to space by a dolphin balloon?
Whatever magical thinking you need to hang around your neck, right?
Maybe we’ll end up the ones eating chocolate chip pancakes next to a charity swimming pool
The next time I see you will probably be in some quote, unquote, “Upscale tropical funeral”
I dreamed that’s what Nina Simone said to her lover-
Maybe we’ll talk it out inside a car
With rain falling around us
We all know this rain is hard to take
I know I can get attached and then unattached
To my own versions of others
My view of you comes back and drops away
Just that I’m still here
And there’s still everything you don’t know
Oh, how often I dream about you
You don’t know how I need you
You got me all wrong
If I said I was sorry for always being underwater, would you stay?
You can take me
There’s no difference between you and me
Tell me what you would say if I said that to you
I get you, you’re not like anyone
Do you hear me? Just be here
Don’t let me get in the way of you finding everything
What was it? The story you told me?
Why am I so hard to be around?
Here at the approach of the end of everything
Sometimes I don’t think I’m really around here half the time
Sometimes I don’t think I’m really around here at all
Sometimes I don’t think I’m really around here half the time
Sometimes I don’t think I’m really around here at all
Something’s leaving me behind
It’s just a feeling in my mind
What was is it you always said?
We’re connected by a thread
If we ever get far apart
I’ll still feel the pull of you
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Weekend fun and thoughts…

I couldn’t have had a better weekend. It felt long but so much fun. Now that it’s Thursday I don’t feel like a useless human because I didn’t do anything. I told you, my life has little balance in it but this weekend I was totally ok with that.

Friday, after work, I decided to have a low-key evening and go to the gym. I ended up being there for almost 2 hours which for the weeks total for working out was over 12 hours. After the gym I came home, cooked dinner and then left again around midnight to go hang out at a friends for a couple hours. That’s another story I’ll tell later.

Saturday I woke up late, went and worked out then came home and chilled till I started to get ready to go out with an old friend. I went to meet her, we went to dinner then we went to a dive bar and just talked. She’s one of my oldest friends (which seemed to be the theme of the weekend) and I hadn’t seen her for months. I had told her about things going on in my life and around me and she seemed a bit perturbed that I hadn’t reached out before then and let her know any of it.

I can still picture her face as we’re sitting having dinner and I’m going into all the craziness and I can understand that it’s frustrating to be my friend. I don’t intend to keep “secrets” (unless they’re someone else’s) but it just happens that way. She was pretty upset about me not telling her about my Dad and my boss’s son but I didn’t NOT tell her intentionally. Plus it was a crazy time. I wasn’t thinking, “Oh who can I reach out to and let know”. That just seems like attempting to grab attention from people which I don’t like to do. If someone texted or called me or someone else told them and they asked me that’s pretty much how others were finding out. Regardless, it’s a flaw I have an I should work on it. I get that.

It was a fun night though. She and I have had this tradition for years of going out to this particular dive bar and having drinks while chatting and people watching. It was fun. But I realized that I’ve become one of “those” ex-cigarette smokers that thinks the smell is just disgusting and can’t believe that I did it for years. It has officially been 2 years 167 days 15 hours and 35 minutes since I’ve picked up a cigarette and would never consider it again. (Yes, there’s an app for that).

Sunday though, Sunday was so much fun! I went to go see another old friend of mine who lives about 45 minutes west of me and it’s basically country living. He’s got three kids. One who’s 16, another which is 3ish and the last which is 1.5ish. He and I don’t hang out much and we really don’t text much either but I just had this feeling that I wanted to go see him. We’d planned it Friday and he said he was going to barbecue but I didn’t want to go empty handed.

When his 16 year old was about 5 or so we had a water gun fight with her and we rivaled the kids. I had decided to do the same this time. P.S. The dollar store rocks! I went and picked up bubbles, balls and water guns. When I got to his place I was greeted by his wife, two young kids, his older kid and his nephew.

Since he and I grew up together I was close with his family. He is one of three brothers. One of those brothers I was much closer to than the other. He was/is the quintessential blonde hair, blue eyed football quarterback that all the girls went crazy over. I, however, had a brother/sister relationship with him. We joked with each other so much. This was a much better relationship than pining over him for any reason. But he also has three kids. I’d met the older 2 years ago but never met his youngest which is about to go into 7 grade.¬†Instantly that kid and I got along and had some great conversations about music. He’s a really smart kid and somewhere in between the quintessential jock and a struggling musician.

So the house was full with seven people, loud music and many many dogs. At first sight it might have been misconstrued as chaotic but it was just fun and awesome. Before my friends 16 year old daughter and nephew left we’d decided to bust out the water guns and fire at my friend so five of us (all but the baby) doused him with as much as the dollar store water guns would hold until he retaliated by shaking his beer and dousing all of us with whatever beer he had. It was a good time.

All last week and this week though I’ve been making working out such a huge priority like never before. Last week alone I worked out over 12 hours. I seriously don’t know why I ever stop. The part that I have trouble with is keeping a dating life while I’m working out all the time. So, after my awesome weekend my week has been pretty boring. I’ve been working all day, going to work out at night. Going to the grocery store on the way home. Cooking, showering, watching as little TV as possible then bed to wake up and do it all over again. I guess you could say that my dating life is non-existent.

I was, however, looking forward to a “friend” of mine coming home soon but my excitement has lessened on that a lot. I’m just not interested in getting into these “going no where” relationships anymore. I’m not looking for a FWB, a booty call or a short term anything. It just doesn’t appeal to me any longer. Doesn’t mean I’m not as horny as hell but I’ll deal with it. Maybe that’s why I’m taking my frustration out at the gym.

I’m not really sure what I’m looking for anymore. Just when I think I find it, it’s gone or I’m no longer interested. I’ve said this before but I HATE dating. This next statement will prove how right I am. So usually when I’m at the gym I have my “workout” mix playing loudly in my ears and I zone out on everyone else but the other day my headphones died and I was forced to listen to these 30’somethings in front of me on the elliptical. Their conversations were horrible. They were talking about how much money a guy makes, what his job is, his penis size and very loudly too. Apparently they don’t date any man that doesn’t at least make over $100,000 a year, drives a nice car and has a huge penis.

So these girls meet someone on Tinder then they blab to all their girl friends if he fits that criteria. Guys have enough to worry about now they have to worry that if they don’t fit in these boxes that they’ll be ridiculed. Are you kidding me? We, as humans, all have enough of our own insecurities why would you try to make some else feel like crap about their life choices. I have always never cared about any of that. First, if they have a job that can support themselves that’s all they need. I don’t need someone to “take care” of me. I have my own job and money. Second, if they have a car that works too. I don’t care what kind it is or how much it costs. Lastly, penis size doesn’t make a man. I’ve known guys that were endowed and didn’t know what the fuck to do with it while I’ve know guys that are average and perfectly capably of rocking my world… None of these things matter and certainly not when you’re trying to find a partner for life.

What I want in a man is an appreciation of music, respect, love and understanding. I don’t need to be with them all the time. I don’t need flowers and expensive dinners. I need to be joked with. I need us to laugh together. Explore life together. Make each others lives better and not have judgement for the other. I don’t need the toilet seat put down. I don’t need you to pull my chair out. I don’t need texts all day long. I need a shoulder massage. I need to cuddle on the couch and watch some stupid mindless show that I don’t care about and feel comfortable. It’s the little things that a man does that I notice not those other stupid things.

Anyway, now that I’m done with my diatribe of dating I can go back to the purpose of this post which was to inform you about my awesome weekend just before the next weekend starts. What are my plans so far? I have a nice dinner planned with friends tomorrow, a lot of gym time and who knows what else. I’d really really like to go to the beach and I might go come Sunday without anyone else to distract me. We’ll see.

So that’s my life right now. Hope yours is amazing and beautiful! xXx

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Freezing temps and freezing emotions…

This weekend was exactly what I needed. I thought I’d be staying in almost all weekend and enjoying the warmness of the inside all while knowing there would be a nice awesome chill outside. As an added bonus it snowed for about two minutes on Friday afternoon. It was nothing major but enough for me to remember why I missed snow.

Friday was a typical day at work. I came home and took a little nap then went out for a few hours. When I got home I started to get into a new TV show that my BFFs been telling me to watch for a while. Saturday was a little of the same thing. I worked for a little while, took a nap and then went out for a while and came home and watch some more of this new show.

I made sure to write in my gratitude journal every night. I made sure that the things I was grateful weren’t just the typical things. I tried to make notes of all the little things that happened throughout each day as well so I can look back and realize just how many blessings are in my life.

Then comes Sunday. I honestly thoughts I’d relax most of the day then have dinner with some friends at night. It didn’t exactly work out like that. I got up early and had my coffee. I then worked out for an hour and finished the “must do” items by working for a bit. Then around 1ish THE friend came over to re-watch Game of Thrones because there’s so much to miss in each episode.

I had no expectations and no plans of doing anything else. I was mentally writing the things I’m grateful for with him though. I am grateful that he scrubs the toilet. I am grateful that he cleaned his dishes tonight. I am grateful that he came over.

But with all the good, you know there’s bad as well. First, I’m trying to get health and for that to happen I can’t have crap food in my home. It’s always been a fear that if I didn’t keep it here that would be one less reason for him to come over because he usually eats it all. Today did nothing to stop those fears and he just seemed bored the majority of the time.

Another thing that I noticed was the lack of emotion, physical touching and words in general. He just seemed cold and distant. I hate that feeling because I don’t believe I’ve done anything to deserve that. He started a new job and I asked him how it was and he ignored the question so I left it alone. If I took away all the words that weren’t about the show we were watching we probably spent 5-10 words on each other.

When he’s seeing a new person he usually becomes distant like that. If that’s what going on then fine but I don’t know how much of this I can take before it ruins my mood. I’ve been doing so much better and I don’t want him or his lack of emotions or the fact that he’s got a new woman in his life to change things for us.

We really did use to have this really special friendship. I believe he described it as “unusually intimate and undefinable” before. I liked that version of us because the version we are now is just cold and boring. I don’t do cold and boring. That’s just not something that I want to invest my time in.

On a good day I get the impression that he holds back all these good or great emotions for me and that’s exciting even though I know that it’s a false hope type of situation. It at least makes things interesting but on a bad day I just feel like someone who THE friends just keeps an appointment with just in case he ever needs something important or when there’s an emergency. That’s not really a friend.

My version of a friend is something who texts you out of the blue with stupid things. A friend is someone that hugs you first before going to your fridge. A friend is someone that wants to have a conversation with you and doesn’t make you feel invisible.

In my world, Sunday’s are the worst days to do something with someone that you actually want to spend time with because one or both of you has to work the next day. So he keeps his Friday and Saturday nights free for new girls, other girls or better offers. That a pathetic thought. “How can I exert the least amount of energy to show her that I am a friend but don’t let it impede actually having fun”. I believe that’s his thought process.

I’m on the verge of tears here writing all this because I’ve not felt this bad for a while now and it’s not fair to me. When our mutual friend asks if THE friend and I have talked lately I’ve never felt like it was a lie to say no because we never talk and therefore not a lie. I could have a thousand friends make me feel great but he does or doesn’t do the littlest thing and it changes my mood entirely.

It’s painfully obvious that we are not real friends much less “unusually intimate and undefinable”. It’s a sad thing when you can see a relationship die right before your eyes. I’m sure since there was no stimulation for him here tonight that I won’t be seeing or hearing from him for a while. I hate this place we’ve in. Now that made me cry.

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The end to the weekend I should have expected…

I don’t know why I still assume that we’ll still this relationship… THE friend and I. I wish I knew the trick to stop being disappointed by his lack of concern about this ship. If someone out there knows the secret please I beg you to tell me how not to give a fuck anymore. It’s not even fair that I’m not there yet and he’s probably been there for, oh, three years or just under.

I’m pissed and hurt and this should not be unexpected at all. Fuck this… I refuse to be the only one that gives a damn anymore. I’m so mad at myself for putting myself in this damn place every single time. I put myself out there and get hurt every single time. Every single time, Sundays basically end with me crying and realizing that this is a hopeless cause. We are a hopeless cause.

There’s never been a “we” or an “us” anyway. Just another thing that I’ve been delusional about. I’m so damn tired. I was having a great day seeing friends and playing with their little baby and I knew that I should have just not expect a thing about tonight. If two completely truthful texts hadn’t been answered with even a fucking peep why would tonight be any different. At one point I did say shrew this and went out and had dinner with friends but then I just couldn’t take it.

I couldn’t sit there and take the mediocrity of the conversation while I knew that he was intentionally breaking my heart over and over again because he could. It’s sad that no matter how joyous the day was the night makes me feel like absolute utter shit for believing that this is something it’s not. For believing that he is someone that he’s not. For believing that we are/were something that we’re not and have never been. I pray that one day someone tells me what the fuck I did to have to go through this.

I don’t know how many times that life proves to me that I don’t mean a damn thing to him for me to believe it but I get it…. Right now. In this moment I get it totally and completely. Thanks again for showing me just how stupid I’ve been this entire time. Thanks for proving yet again just how fucking unimportant this is. I hope she or it was worth it.

I. Don’t. Deserve. This.

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The weekend so far and some insight… I guess.

Weekend has been good so far, pleasant. For some reason I hate that word “pleasant” but it feels appropriate. I’ve had some great conversations, some great friends and a few drinks. The last place I went tonight I had my weird experience of the evening when a drunk girl who sloshed her drink on my pants said, “You look like a girl who’d steal my boyfriend. Fuck you!”. I don’t even know what that means but then her boyfriend paid for a round of drinks for us so maybe…

But after a full weekend so far, I decided to take one of my cathartic drives that I’ve not taken in a while. I put my Spotify playlist on my favorite songs of the “right now” and sang like I didn’t know I was horrible, cranked the sound up to 35 (must be divisible by 5) and relished in the slight cool breeze that was flowing through the car. While these songs were playing I heard one that was a basic an anthem to how my life is feeling right now. And of course, here ya go…

But for part of the drive I was also thinking about this article I’d read earlier about a mother of three who had three jobs. She was at a Dollar General store and has just cashed her paycheck. She’s accidentally left the envelope on the counter after she paid and left the store. She went back later to see if it was still there and watched the surveillance video of the woman directly behind her putting the envelope in her purse. The story turned out warm and fuzzy when she threatened the woman on a Facebook post that went viral and some hours later the envelope had turned up in her mailbox but I was that moment. The moment you decide in your head to do something or not. To say something or not. That’s a pivotal moment.

Do you realize that in one moment your life could taken an entirely new direction based on the tiniest little decision that you make? If that woman behind her had just given her the envelope right then things would have been no different except maybe the woman who left it might have said an extra prayer for her kindness. Or maybe the woman decides to not give it back, gets arrested and goes to jail, loses her job and some other bad things occur just because of that one moment.

This is the reason that I believe in fate so much. I don’t always agree with it but it’s one tiny decision. What if I’d not gone to that party. Would I have ever met the new guy? What if I didn’t choose to leave a job because they drug tested and that wouldn’t have gotten me where I am today. What if I hadn’t said things that I’ve said in the past? What if I didn’t think there was a purpose for every encounter, every relationship, every word spoken or not spoken.

Bottom line is that I do believe those things. I believe that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be whether it be a place I like or not. For the first time, lately, in a very long time I’ve mentioned the word “regret” and it was only about one person and the truth is I still don’t like where we are at all. This place sucks. It feels like purgatory between heaven or hell. That might be a bit dramatic but that’s the truth of how it feels. However, it’s decision that I made that put me here right now. In this place. There’s a strength in knowing that. Just like there’s strength in knowing that if this is it, if this is our finally then his secrets are safe, his wrong doings are safe and if it ends in the right way then there will still be love. I will still refuse to say an unkind word about him to our friends and will always defend his choices. I’ll always be supportive if needed and I’ll know at the end of the day that I was everything that I could have been because he’s never said otherwise.

I don’t actually want things to end but I can not stay in purgatory any longer when I don’t have to. I’d sworn that I’d always be here if he needed but he doesn’t need or want anything from me and can’t even put words together on in a response so we’re back to, I’ve done what I can. There’s a whole world of people out there that appreciate just the importance of being me.

This would be that pivotal point where, if it truly mattered, I’d know it. Without a doubt. But since nothing has every gone as planned or as needed in this relationship I can focus on the relationships that do. I’ve learned that relationships are like plants or even pets. You can’t just feed them or water them when you want attention or because you just remembered they were there. You have to constantly take care of them. Maybe I’ll ask one of the relationships that he does care about one day, what she did right. Actually, I don’t care because it’s not about any body but the two of us and right now there’s not even two of us in this relationship.

Did I mention that I am a bit tipsy? Obviously I don’t want to keep talking about this but it’s my only vent. It worries me that I can’t not focus on this when there’s a potential new relationship that I could be focused on and I am, kind of. The problem is that the new guy doesn’t feel like home as much as THE friend used to. When it comes to men in my life I’ve, I guess, always had a grand checklist to make up for an empty feeling somewhere. With THE friend I never had that. I guess some would ignorantly call it basic but all I wanted from him was what I know he has the capacity to give. He then chose to give that small amount and much bigger amounts to others. That shows true colors right there. But I never believe them. I wonder if he actually will ever have the capacity to look back and wished he’d done things differently. Guess I’ll never know.

These were all the things that I thought about on my cathartic drive tonight. While listening to some great music and trying to figure MY shit out before I can no longer check the “single” box.

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Weekend breakdown without an actual breakdown…

This post is being started before a workout and birthday dinner and finish after hopefully so I’m not sure where this will all go.

This weekend had a lot to offer with no expectations. I knew before I’d even left work on Friday that my plate was full, I just wasn’t sure what it was full of. I came home first and took a small nap then got up, showered and got ready for dinner with the new guy. This was our first real official date-like date. I wore a skirt… This does not happen that much but I felt pretty. My hair was working with me and my makeup was understated. I was under no expectation that this would go well or be anything.

He picked me up, which I usually don’t like (it’s a control thing where I like to drive). We went to a nice restaurant downtown. He brought one flower which I left in his car and wore a suit. He valeted the car and made sure he motioned to the valet to let him open my door. We went inside, sat at our reserved table and just started connecting. He’d asked how my day was and didn’t settle for “fine”. We were already, quickly making plans for the next day but I knew that I wasn’t going to sleep with him that night.

On one of our many conversations previously, I’d mentioned a tiny bit of my history and he understands. Plus, we still don’t know each other that much but I will say when it does happen with him or anyone else I’m going to insatiable and probably won’t be able to stop. It’s just getting to that point, like a comical cartoon of fireworks. It’s not that he’s not attractive nor that I’m not attracted to him but I just don’t want to rush into anything. I see how well that turned out for me in the past.

I’ve talked about this before, that most of my meaningful relationships that were sexual were actually friends first then something more. The first man I was in love with and I had no type of sexual relationship for the first six months and it built up so much that it was great when we finally did. I’m just trying not to make mistakes here.

We ended up closing the restaurant down and not realizing it. I actually felt like we were having such a great time that I didn’t want it to end but knew it had to. Can’t move too fast here so he dropped me off but by the time we were done just sitting in his car talking it was early morning. He kissed my forehead and cheek and made sure that we were going to meet “for sure” the next day (or later that day).

I came in and just immediately got undressed, took my sleeping pill and just sat in a bath for a little while, while going over the evening. Parts of it were making me smile to myself like an idiot. There’s still nothing that I don’t like yet. Some of the things he says though are just uninhibitedly amazing. Like he has no filter but it’s all good stuff. He still touches at the right time and in the right way. It’s a strange thing. Is it possible that he might be too perfect?

So the next morning I was up way too early and before I knew it we were already on our way to an Octoberfest that my work was doing something for so I was at the beach and I was happy. We walked around and ate a little, drank a little and talked about going to another festival back in town that work was doing as well but I didn’t want to leave the beach. There was a third one that was north of where we both live that was a music festival which we’d talked about but I’d gotten a call from a girl friend saying that she’d had a really bad day and wanted to see if we could get together. I felt like I wasn’t ready to have him be my festival buddy totally yet so I told him that we’d end the day so I could see to my friend. He understood and now, because he’s inquisitive, he probably knows more about her than he does me.

I came home, did a quick change and went to my friends house. Her mom was there watching her baby and she and I chatted a while while my friend got ready. When she finally came down we were off to dinner where she and I both had a drink (have seriously had more drinks this week than this whole year). She told me about her really crappy day the day before. She’s gotten into a hit and run accident in her new car. Then her doctor had told her that the chances of her having another baby were much smaller than she’d thought. I felt like saying, “some of us have the reproductive system of a 20 year old (per my doctor) but have no viable options at this moment as to bring a child into this world with”. But I didn’t. I did tell her that she should have hope and that on the off chance that she doesn’t have another child she’s already made one pretty amazing one.

After that point she’d decided that she wanted to keep drinking. Since I was driving and she was actually starting to feel better I’d agreed and we were off to a bar. The conversation was getting pretty personal on her end and she was saying how much she appreciated that whenever she felt bad I was always there to take her out and make her feel better. That was nice to hear but she kept throwing out all these nice things and for some reason it was just making me feel strange. I think it just felt nice to be needed by a friend at that moment. I’m not sure.

By the time we left there it was also early morning and she was very, very drunk but happy. We sat in her driveway for a moment and sang stupid karaoke songs that we both knew and that made us both happy. We like doing stupid kid shit together, sans the drinking sometimes. She’d thanked me repeatedly for making her feel better and by he time she was drained enough to pass out and I was on my way home I was started to feel so very tired but my brain wouldn’t shut off.

I’d had a great evening the night before on my date. I’d had a great day on another date and at the beach and I’d ended the day with a good night with a friend who needed me. But my mind was racing. It wasn’t thinking about any of that. It was thinking about someone else that doesn’t give me the same courtesy.

Seriously, why? WHY? WHY? WHY? And yes, say that in a childish voice and stomp your foot. I meet this great guy who I’m having fun with and it has potential. It has so much potential. But what’s on my mind is that I sent THE friend a truthful message days before which he’s ignored. IGNORED. And I was sure that I wouldn’t see him or hear from him on our “Sunday”… We’ll get to that later.

I woke up Sunday and realized that I was exhausted from the weekend already but I had more things to do. I went with another friend to go check out this expensive car collection and get brunch. We chatted for a bit and he was trying to make plans with me next month and my mind is still swimming back to the shallow end. I was trying to stay in the moment and enjoy but it wasn’t working. I decided to cut our day short so I could take a nap and shower and thought maybe that would help.

Instead, I took a long bath, watched a movie and then get a sudden text from THE friend that he was on his way soon. My mind went straight to, “Are you kidding me?” “Who totally ignores a written emotional cry for help for this friendship and then acts as though it never happened?” Um, him. That’s who. So I said, to myself, that I was going to enjoy the evening whether I feel like I’m doing it all alone for not.

He shows up, makes a sandwich and sits at my computer. I thought my head was going to explode so I went out for a cigarette. But he was acting like he was trying to not do or say anything wrong, on egg shells. We do this to each other way too much. But each time I wanted to say something or something was upsetting me I would just go outside for a cigarette. It’s my escape and I know that. I don’t even enjoy it anymore but it’s the only way that I felt to get out of a situation that could erupt. But maybe that’s what we need. Maybe we just need to blow up at each other. At least I’d get to see some sort of emotions from him. At least something would seem to matter to him.

I guess that’s a pretty effed up thing to think but we’re so stuck. I’ve heard of a three year itch in marriage but we’re not even anything anymore. It’s painful to watch this happen, as if I was a fly on the wall watching us. What am I even here for? There’s no communication, there’s no intimacy. It’s like two strangers sitting next to each other who just happen to be eating alone at a restaurant.

At one point he’d mentioned this line that he’d picked up from a commercial or something about the more scared someone gets the stupider the things they do are. For one moment I thought, is that your explanation? If so then what the hell are you scared about? Then I realized that was my girl-brain trying to analyze something that had nothing to do with me and I stopped. I would occasionally pick up my phone and smile about the guy that was missing me that I might find some joy with. And even less occasionally I’d write him back.

I’m so very confused because I have the opportunity to be with someone who’s has everything that I’m looking for. He’s so very happy to see me. We make each other laugh and smile. We WANT to be in each others company and all I can think about is, what the hell has happened to this relationship with THE friend that’s made this whole thing so convoluted. We spend only a few hours with each other once a week or every three weeks and I have a better relationship with my post man.

So I tried one more time to explain without anger what I’m feeling and I, again, got nothing. There’s a girl out there that he confides in, that he says good morning to, that he asks how her day was. I’m not asking to be that girl. I’m just asking to be that friend that was once worth more than ignoring, more than just a tap on the shoulder as he goes for the fridge. I’m asking to be a friend. Just because it takes only minutes for our text conversations to disappear from my view doesn’t mean they disappear from my mind. out of all the things that I could actually wish for right now, it’s to fix us but that’s pointless if I’m the only one who thinks something’s broken.

This is not me wanting what I don’t have. I’ve never “had” him but what we had used to be a lot better than this and if this is all there is then seriously, what’s the point. Why am I the only one who feels any pain because of this at all? I’m not even sure he’d notice if I moved away right now. I feel like I want to scream, “What the hell did I do to you that this is where we are?” and then I realize that I don’t have this with anyone else. And then I think if this is just this is that ok?… That’s my unanswered question this evening.

If there’s a friendship that’s dying in the woods but no ones around to hear me cry, does it actually matter? (That’s my second unanswered question this evening.)

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This little world of mine…

To say that the last couple weeks have been interesting is probably an understatement. There’s no way I can recount everything but I will say that this weekend was exactly what I needed. It was a no stress, no thinking, only fun type of weekend. Tonight my cheeks actually hurt from laughing about stupid childish things. I’m not afraid to say that every once in a while I really like to just do silly things. It takes the stress out of my little world.

I’ll start with the most chilling thing about the time I’ve been gone. Last week, I came home a bit later than usual and was met with police everywhere. I couldn’t get to my parking spot and asked a lady that was walking what had happened. She told me that there was a drive by… First, that was a mistake, asking someone else because then it becomes a game of telephone and things just get distorted. By the time I’d parked and gotten a full story it was about an hour later.

Apparently, a neighbor was mad at another neighbor for take his “unassigned” parking spot and he unloaded his gun at her. I do NOT live in a bad neighborhood. For the most part, my neighbors are families or older people. There’s a few bad apples but it’s in the middle of million dollar homes. That type of thing shouldn’t happen right?

Later in the evening, all of the neighbors were conversing by three of the cars that were shot up and below the apartment that looked like a scene out of Scarface. We were still picking up shell casings all over the parking lot. Disturbing right? So I was shaken up. I’m not above that. I felt like my home was tainted now. There was a sense of vulnerability that I was feeling but couldn’t really articulate.

So there’s a few bits of facts here that I’d like to convey about “timing” or “fate”. If you don’t believe those things happen just listen. First, I would have been home or coming home and driving through a storm of bullets IF I had not stayed late because THE friend had something delivered to my work. He was pulling in to drop by and pick it up as I was outside and seeing that I was visually shaken up he stayed that night. He’d also brought flowers before he ever knew anything had gone down.

There’s not one part of that that didn’t seem “fated” to me. The truth is, I’d probably have never asked him to stay because I don’t ask for things that I want or need but he could see it. He could tell that I needed that right then and there and because of him I didn’t come home earlier and possible have more of a reason to fear living here. He held absolutely no responsibility to do any of that but he did it anyway, including making me watch a comedy show so that I could take my mind off things.

That’s what I need, in a man. I need someone that will know what I need even when I don’t ask for it. I need that along with the surprises of flowers, random things and someone that can give me my space when needed. Now, throw all of that in a blender with someone that I can have an intimate relationship with, honesty and a future and that’s where my heart lies.

So, here’s the flaw in my plan above. I went out on a date this week. I can’t find another man like that. Granted, I don’t give them enough time but I can suss out a persons personality pretty quickly. I can tell by body language, social cues and tells when they lie, when they’re too self-indulged, or when they’re just generally assholes and this date was no different. Within the first 30 minutes of conversation I could tell that he’d lied about three very important things. I’m not even a fan of small lies let alone the big ones but then I just lost interest.

I encounter so many liars in my daily life and usually I’ll just let the lies go. If that person thinks they got away with it, then fine, they obviously don’t think I’m as smart as I am. Sometimes though, when it’s important to me I’ll actually bring it up. I had no desire to explain how I’d caught him in his little lies and that’s when I knew I just didn’t care. At one point, I actually just started playing with my phone which is usually what I do when I’ve given up giving a shit.

This next part is partially why I gave up social media. As I’m playing around on my phone because I don’t care anymore I’m seeing more and more bad news and it all revolves around guns. So what are my thoughts about guns? Especially after the incident that happened here? Well, here it is.

This country has a huge problem and it’s not guns. I don’t believe in taking away people’s rights to carry, own or buy guns. The majority of shootings are not done by law abiding citizens that legally own a gun. This country needs to focus on mental health issues first and foremost. There’s been two situations surrounding guns around me over the last few months and both had mental issues.

The first man had done tours in Afghanistan and was a war veteran. He chose to put his life on the line for this country and this country should have taken better care of him. This post is NOT meant to put “blame” on anyone because, yes, he had a choice to do what he did as well as the second shooter but what if someone somewhere down the road in his life had learned, or noticed, the warning signs? What if he’d gotten help?

This country was born with the right to arm it’s citizens in case of war. But having guns outwardly visible puts everyone on edge. We shouldn’t be going to war with each other. We should be trying to help each other. Anger is easy. Anger is instant gratification but anger IS NOT THE ANSWER and neither is more guns. I’m not asking for them all to be taken away but I am saying that people need to be vetted better. And no one needs 14 semi-automatic weapons.

I want my niece to grow up in a world that doesn’t make her feel scared to walk into a Walgreens. I want her to know that there is an answer to a conflict that doesn’t involve guns. I also want her to grow up in a world where money and lobbyists don’t make the rules for the people. I want her to feel safe. Safe is a fleeting word in today’s world. That world shouldn’t be a privilege but a right.

Another word that is fleeting is love and it’s being taken over by hate. Why is it so easy to hate a person, a religion, a race. Most of us are just trying to make it another day and find happiness and peace. Those two things should also be a right and not a privilege. Part of this, in my opinion, is social media. We live in a world of instant gratification. We live in a world where it’s a social norm to be strapped into a virtual reality of a world and not be in the moment. All of these things are the downfall of our society.

I want this world to be kinder, gentler and safer. Why does that all seem like such a tall order? Love who you want to love. Be who you want to be. Just don’t sacrifice others to justify and ending that might just be out of your control anyway.

I’m exhausted and the truth is that it’s not because I had a great and busy weekend but it’s reading about all the sad things in this world. I don’t want to give up on happiness just yet. I still have fight in me, a lot. Remember that tomorrow is not and has never been guaranteed.

Be kind. Stop lying. Be better. Stop hating.

Those are the words I leave you with tonight.

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