This week I was supposed to be sharing details about Mr. Hollywood as a follow up to Just Be Up Front, but I figured why waste finger strokes and computer space on a hangover? It’s done and over with.
I will share a few of the things that turned me on about him: He enjoyed book clubs (and is not gay), discussion (and knows conversate is not a word), camping (not afraid of the outdoors), coffee (lives at Starbucks), cooking (doesn’t rely on a woman to feed him), museums (really, he’s not gay), exploring new areas (not afraid to think outside the box), performing arts (he enjoys and is a film creator, full of talent), sightseeing (yep, I can stop here).
Either he’s too good to be true or copied these items from some chicks dating profile, but he’s definitely shared the types of traits I would want in a partner and then some.
Partial-truth telling bastard.
So this week I was going talk about how his southern charm and good looks and great attributes had me so interested in the beginning, but I’ve changed my mind. I realized he was on a mission of world domination (the line we commonly hear is “I’m not going to force anything, I work a lot and want to get myself together”) and that meeting women on-line was more of a task in collecting possible contenders for himsel to spend time with when HE had time. Nope, I’m over it and have already deleted his contact information.
There is, however, one thing that I never really resolved. Mr. Hollywood said something to me during a conversation a few months ago that not only annoyed me but also scared me. A couple of months ago while I was on my way to the Festival of Books, he and I were talking on the phone about any and everything. From dating and relationships, religion vs. spirituality, to when it is acceptable to fart around your new partner and then to marriage. I made the comment that my future husband didn’t need to be an avid church attendee since I was not and he says, “YOU want to get married? You never struck me as the type who was interested in marriage”.
What the hell? The type?
I don’t know what was worse – him making this revelation that I didn’t “present myself” to him as a woman interested in the union, hence the reason he didn’t press forward with dating me OR the fact that he is the second man to tell me this within the last couple of months. The first time I saw Rescue after several years and we chatted about our failed relationships and what went wrong with us, again, I’d made the same admission that casual dating was not something I desired. As Rescue sat on my sofa he looked at me with this puzzled expression like he just figured out the secret recipe to KFG biscuits or something and said, “YOU’RE interested in marriage? I never got that from you and figured when we were together, you didn’t want to get that serious”.
Okay listen up – I don’t know what type of pheromone my body is projecting or what my expression, actions or comments may be portraying but I’d better figure it out and quickly. I mean really; I’m pretty sure getting married, no shacking up in lieu of, avoiding having children out of wedlock and the sort was mentioned to each of these men but was there something lost in translation? Was I supposed to mention marriage several times during my relationship with Rescue without somehow being the nagging girlfriend who doesn’t know when to stop?
Should I have told Hollywood a couple of more times that I was ready for that hyphenated last name, even though we’d only known each other a couple of months?
What am I doing wrong?
It’s a little too late for the other but I can certainly pick Rescue’s brain a little more on the topic.