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The date last Friday night
Only just stopped short of being a complete disaster. I'd had a headache since the morning that no amount of drugs could fix, and I'd told him I was not in the nicest of moods (mainly because C was being a complete jerk - which I'll get to in a sec). We were originally meant to meet on the Sunday, but he suggested we go out Friday night anyway and that maybe he could cheer me up. (Ha! Shows he doesn't know me!) Anyway, I was grumpy, not very talkative. He didn't look as nice as his photo (why's that always happen?), and he had really bad teeth. I was distracted by them, and the pounding in my head, the entire time, so after a lemonade and a hot chocolate, I bailed out. He still wanted to catch up on Sunday. I still felt like crap on Sunday, so I slept all day and didn't see him. He wants to go bowling this Sunday. I'm torn. I want to do things to get out of the house and I've told him straight it's only a friends thing...but maybe I don't even want to bother with that? I have to think about it.
The date this Friday night
Is with a boy I've started referring to as Sporty Guy. He lives really close to me and I actually drive past his house each day on my way home from work. I have absolutely no feelings for him at all - which is fantastic! He's a nice guy who gets that I just want to be out and about doing stuff and making new friends for now. Besides, he participates in and/or coaches a half dozen or so different sports, so who knows how he finds time to socialise in between, let alone have a relationship. He thinks I'm 'funny and interesting'. Just wait till he meets me! *grins*
The neighbours
I met most of the people who live on our street on Saturday night. An African lady who lives across the road forgot which was the accelerator and which was the brake on her car......and drove straight out her driveway and into the pole that connects my fence and next door's (the little old lady I already tried to scare). The boys up the back of my place (who appear to be the only people in the street around my age, and who I think may be the owners of my place), asked her if she had a licence. She said yes. The lady who lives behind me told me on Monday afternoon that the rumour is she only has a learner's permit. Whether she has or hasn't, her car is still parked across the street, after they rolled it off the footpath, and is all smashed up, so she'll have a nice bill for that and the neighbour's fence. Mine's not so bad. Mind you, at the time, I about had a heart attack from the noise of the crash. I thought someone had actually hit my house. I didn't stay on the street too long. Told them all I needed to go back inside and have alcohol. I ate chocolate instead, and felt better.
The stranger I lived with
Odd to say it, but I think he knows who he is even less than I do. I didn't post about it at the time, but the last couple of months I was there were the toughest I've had in a long time. His attitude towards me, the negativity, disrespect, lack of empathy and everything else...it was hard to take. Especially since he'd convinced me so well that he was supportive, understanding and would stick by me while I sorted out my 'stuff'. In the end, he made me feel worse about myself than I had in a long time and instead of supporting me to heal from my past, put me down and resented me for it. There was a day I seriously considered driving my car into a truck and I haven't felt that bad in G-d knows how long. Then I discovered he'd been on the dating sites while I was still there. After I moved out, I found more information about him which completely threw me. It's stuff that could mess up his life in a big way if his friends or family found out. He was being a jerk about giving me back a computer I'd accidentally left at his place. I had to threaten to show his family what I found out in order to make him just give it back. It all got so crazy and stupid and I wonder now if I even really knew who I was living with. I certainly don't know who he is anymore. On a positive, related note, A's mum has said I can keep in touch with him through her any time I like and I've really appreciated her support of me in the last few weeks.
I'm sure there's more I have to say, but that's enough for now.
Only just stopped short of being a complete disaster. I'd had a headache since the morning that no amount of drugs could fix, and I'd told him I was not in the nicest of moods (mainly because C was being a complete jerk - which I'll get to in a sec). We were originally meant to meet on the Sunday, but he suggested we go out Friday night anyway and that maybe he could cheer me up. (Ha! Shows he doesn't know me!) Anyway, I was grumpy, not very talkative. He didn't look as nice as his photo (why's that always happen?), and he had really bad teeth. I was distracted by them, and the pounding in my head, the entire time, so after a lemonade and a hot chocolate, I bailed out. He still wanted to catch up on Sunday. I still felt like crap on Sunday, so I slept all day and didn't see him. He wants to go bowling this Sunday. I'm torn. I want to do things to get out of the house and I've told him straight it's only a friends thing...but maybe I don't even want to bother with that? I have to think about it.
The date this Friday night
Is with a boy I've started referring to as Sporty Guy. He lives really close to me and I actually drive past his house each day on my way home from work. I have absolutely no feelings for him at all - which is fantastic! He's a nice guy who gets that I just want to be out and about doing stuff and making new friends for now. Besides, he participates in and/or coaches a half dozen or so different sports, so who knows how he finds time to socialise in between, let alone have a relationship. He thinks I'm 'funny and interesting'. Just wait till he meets me! *grins*
The neighbours
I met most of the people who live on our street on Saturday night. An African lady who lives across the road forgot which was the accelerator and which was the brake on her car......and drove straight out her driveway and into the pole that connects my fence and next door's (the little old lady I already tried to scare). The boys up the back of my place (who appear to be the only people in the street around my age, and who I think may be the owners of my place), asked her if she had a licence. She said yes. The lady who lives behind me told me on Monday afternoon that the rumour is she only has a learner's permit. Whether she has or hasn't, her car is still parked across the street, after they rolled it off the footpath, and is all smashed up, so she'll have a nice bill for that and the neighbour's fence. Mine's not so bad. Mind you, at the time, I about had a heart attack from the noise of the crash. I thought someone had actually hit my house. I didn't stay on the street too long. Told them all I needed to go back inside and have alcohol. I ate chocolate instead, and felt better.
The stranger I lived with
Odd to say it, but I think he knows who he is even less than I do. I didn't post about it at the time, but the last couple of months I was there were the toughest I've had in a long time. His attitude towards me, the negativity, disrespect, lack of empathy and everything else...it was hard to take. Especially since he'd convinced me so well that he was supportive, understanding and would stick by me while I sorted out my 'stuff'. In the end, he made me feel worse about myself than I had in a long time and instead of supporting me to heal from my past, put me down and resented me for it. There was a day I seriously considered driving my car into a truck and I haven't felt that bad in G-d knows how long. Then I discovered he'd been on the dating sites while I was still there. After I moved out, I found more information about him which completely threw me. It's stuff that could mess up his life in a big way if his friends or family found out. He was being a jerk about giving me back a computer I'd accidentally left at his place. I had to threaten to show his family what I found out in order to make him just give it back. It all got so crazy and stupid and I wonder now if I even really knew who I was living with. I certainly don't know who he is anymore. On a positive, related note, A's mum has said I can keep in touch with him through her any time I like and I've really appreciated her support of me in the last few weeks.
I'm sure there's more I have to say, but that's enough for now.
posted by E in Oz at 12:18 pm
these thoughts escaped my brain at 12:18 pm
4 Comments:
Oh Eve, you're so fickle... bad teeth might mean he's just been concentrating on his biceps :)
On a more serious note, it always annoys me when I read things like "he wasn't as nice as his photo". Maybe part of the reason you have such bad luck with guys is because you concentrate on how someone looks rather than what's actualy important.
Aaaah Ian, harsh huh! You should know me better than that. He told me afterwards that the pic he showed me was a couple of years old. That's misrepresentation to me and I think I've said on here before that it doesn't sit well with me. If people don't present themselves as they are then it's to be expected that there'll be a degree of disappointment.
Having said that, it doesn't matter what anyone says out loud, but I think that everyone rates looks as one of the major attracting qualities in a person if they're ultimately looking for a relationship.
I know I don't have to 'prove' my point of view to anyone, but I'll show you something. Physical looks are definitely not the determining factor for me (personality and the way I'm treated overall is far more important ultimately), but they do play a role and I wouldn't want to waste your time if we don't 'click' in that respect. That's something I said to someone the other day. Respect of me and an honest commitment rate higher to me than looks, however I think 99.9% of the population would be lying if they said looks didn't play a part in who they choose for a partner.
Ian, you should know me better than to think I'm that fickle. I might have nice hair, but I have my fair share of flaws too. I'd settle for an average person who treats me well, but I still have to be attracted to them in some way.
Hey E, it's okay, honestly who doesn't find their mate attractive?? Isn't physical attraction *usually* the first step anyway (not always, but usually). I agree with you that it's misrepresentation to show an doctored or old picture of yourself, and quite frankly those people are setting themselves up for failure. Must not be all that confident in himself.
Anyway, main point here is just to send you hugs and tell you how much you rock for getting back out there already. But do remember that it's okay if you want to take time for yourself. Either way, you're one cool kid :)
I'm sorry, but I can't tolerate bad teeth. That was always one of my "icks".
I'm sorry things didn't work out with C, but I am looking forward to reading about your new adventures. You always did have an entertaining dating life!
(not that I EVER want to be in the dating world again!)
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