Blame the bastards at Hewlett Packard for my delays in posting! Yes, my laptop is truly on its last leg and I haven’t been able to access the Internet in almost two weeks. Of course there’s the back-up plan using the Blackberry tool but it’s just easier in front of a real computer to spew out these different thoughts going through my head.
I hope you’re ready to read and are NOT reading from a cell phone; otherwise a carpal-tunnel like sensation will develop from scrolling.
Currently, there are four men I’ve been in contact with. Any real contenders for anything? I’m not sure but from the sign of things, probably not. So sit back and get ready to hear A Tale of Four Men.
The Tale of Rescue 911
It’s has now been 10 days now since I informed Rescue that his services were no longer needed and although I have been refusing to take any of his calls and have only been responding sporadically with some flippant text or reply to one of his, I do miss him. I’m human. I accept that and realize if I was able to go on about my business as if he was nothing but a casual fling, useless toy with a nice appendage or just something to do, I really wasn’t into the relationship or him as much as I claim to have been. Any regrets? I don’t think my ego will admit to any real actions but perhaps I should have waited and shopped around a bit for a lower price to change the door locks?
Texting a break-up message? Tasteless, I know. I blame the advent of technology and our reliance on it because many of us are guilty of doing a little too much in our dating situations and relationships by telephone. What happens next? I don’t know which is quite disturbing to me because I’m normally so level headed, hard nosed and able to make definitive (though hasty) decisions about most things in life. Time will tell, but for now, whether Rescue knows/accepts it, I am considering myself a single woman.
The Tale of Good on Paper
For those of you who are familiar with this hangover – go ahead, gasp and ask “What the hell??!!!!!”. Those of you wondering how “GOP” became one of those infamous bandits on a page of this blog, you can read about him here and here . My brain is a little foggy right now, so I can’t really recall when, but at some point as Rescue and I started our decent from “hooray” to “ugh”, GOP just poof – started contacting me out of the blue. In fact, I would even go so far as to say the day of a bad argument, he either sent me a text or an e-mail.
Nothing obtrusive, but he was definitely putting the feelers out there. Shortly thereafter, we spoke on the telephone (go ahead and gasp again, an ACTUAL phone call baby!) playing the “how have you been” game. You know how it goes: Each person talks about things going well with work, family and life and then the question about whether either of you are involved with someone etc… I readily told GOP that I was in a relationship but told what my child says is just a little lie. When asked if it was anything serious, I told him no, not really adding that the person I was involved in had some issues to work out on his own. It was the truth, right?
Fast forward beyond that conversation, GOP asked about meeting up for coffee to catch up and just hang out and I agreed that was fine to meet up as friends. I ducked and dodged, had different commitments and made no time to make a meet up happen and soon after, started ignoring any other texts and e-mail messages.
But of course, he never really went away and instead acts more like a bad virus of something, lying dormant until ready to attack.
A week before I left for my vacation and had given Rescue the pre-warning of his demise by telling him the relationship wasn’t working, GOP arose from his dormant state and engaged in discussion once again only this time, I told him things were over. I even went so far to say that I no longer wanted to meet men with hopes of being in a relationship, nor was I looking for any random flings. I just wanted to be friends because it seems much easier and less confusing and most definitely, less work. He reminded me recently that he remembers this conversation vividly, but that he NEVER agreed to the friends part.
Where are we now? He’s counting down the days for a shower reunion.
I told him last week to give me 30 days before we even saw each other because I wanted to make sure that he was not being used as the rebound for whatever might happen when we reconnected. We already know what that means. Trust me, there was never a dull moment when GOP and I “played” and while this post only scratches the surface, I think you can get an idea on the great times had by all.
22 days left.
The Tale of Tall Glass of Wine
So much has transpired with Tall Glass in the last couple of weeks and it’s been all good. I’ll have to save the many conversations we’ve had before, during and after the Rescue drama for another post because I can see this one is going to be a long one. Long story short? I feel rejuvenated. He’s really a good guy and I even had nice things to say about him in the this post and this post about elements of a great date as well.
Tall Glass will always be known for his class and ability to just relax, let down his hair (okay, I’m exaggerating, he’s bald) and show a woman a great time. He is silly as hell, makes me laugh and has a very important quality that I think every person should have, something Rescue did NOT – he has a passion. In fact, Tall Glass is passionate about many things, especially outdoor activities like mountain biking and of course, snowboarding.
Of course, if they sound too good to be true – they normally are because “I Think I’ve got Commitment Issues” tells you why he didn’t make the cut. We were/are just looking for two different things in life which is okay, but why waste time with someone who is focused on something you are not or vice versa? So meanwhile, I’ll accept the situation for what it is and no – we’ve not gone there but I think it’s a matter of simply enjoying each others company.
I love Prince, he loves Prince. He loves the Foo Fighters, I like trying different things and accompanied him their concert and really liked it. He’s a Jay-Z nut, I’m a die-hard fan and I just might have to give him more than a hug for getting a ticket for ME for the upcoming concert. Yay!!!!!!
Last but not least…..
The Tale of The Special Agent
First of all, there are a couple of things that make Special Agent stand out and the most glaring of them all is that he is the ONLY hangover who has been invited to read. Yes, I told him about the blog and even pointed him to his very own page affectionately titled “Another One Bites The Dust”. Sometimes I wish I could direct all of the hangovers to the blog so they read about what they did to fu%k things up. Real talk.
The second is he’s quite the intellect and I have to say I was oddly aroused when he told me he was working on a book outlining the “how to” of dating from the perspective of the line of work he’s in. Pretty interesting stuff. Anyway, Special Agent and I have been texting back and forth for a couple of weeks now. Nothing too specific in any of the exchanges and more small talk then anything until about a couple of weeks ago, in fact the day after the whole “it’s over”/door locks changed debacle.
Of all people to share the details about how your relationship ended, why tell someone you possibly may have considered a strong contender when you first met? Well, I guess because I felt comfortable telling him and knew he was smart enough to be able to see the situation from the perspective of a man AND a woman. So since that conversation, the exchanges and attempts to talk via telephone have increased some what and…..
As I started at the beginning of this book (I swear, I’m stopping after this), I can’t really say that that any of these exchanges with the hangovers means anything or is going anywhere. What I can truly appreciate about Special Agent is his honesty (sometimes brutal) about things, so I was equally honest when he asked if he was completely out of the loop so far as any possible/future consideration and said no. I did, however, remind him that his actions are exactly like Rescue’s and while I certainly can’t compare apples to oranges, he did the same thing. Whatever the reasoning may be, Special Agent decided that avoidance, vagueness and going radio silent was how HE handled me instead of simply saying he was busy, frustrated or not interested.
Most importantly is something he told me on Sunday; he said “regardless of what your friends say or any people who comment on the blog, only you can make the decision based on what you feel is the best thing to do. Then you’ll be satisfied with the choice you made without having to question it”. I could have hugged him for that because sometimes we get so caught up in trying to solicit feedback and opinions on very important matters. I love that he understood that and without considering that could either push me further from Rescue or inch me BACK in his direction, it was something I needed to hear.
Still, a glaring asterisk remains on his bio.
Only time will tell what happens with him or any of these other three OR any of the others I didn’t have time to mention here.
Until there’s a cure for the hangovers….