I broke with my boyfriend the other night. Yep. I’ve had a
boyfriend. For the past 10 months I’ve been dating someone. On paper, and
in theory, he was it. I wanted smart. He is smart. I wanted someone
who was successful. He is successful. I wanted someone handsome. He’s handsome. I wanted someone who was
nice/kind. He’s nice/kind. I also
wanted someone who was funny. Well…fail
on that. He’s NOT funny. (Red Flag) But I figured that because I’m funny, we’d
laugh at the shit I said. And we did.
Trust me when I tell you that I have the enviable ability to be funny
for several people at once.
Anthony--- not his real name but we have to call him something--
and I met online. He was a welcomed change to the derelicts that had
approached me. His note to me was clever and smart and articulate. While he
lived in the ‘burbs, he worked not too far from where I worked.
From the moment we met I just felt as though it was wrong. First of all, we didn’t have THAT much
to say to each other. The conversation was a struggle. (Red Flag) Second of
all, I had never, in my years of dating met a man who wanted in my pants so
fast. I mean I get it--- guys like to get laid. But he was down right annoying
about it. (Red Flag) Listen--- I am very sexual woman and I appreciate
sex as much as the next person. However, my feeling is that I’ve known you for
5 minutes---what is it exactly that you think you’ve done to earn an all access
pass to my vagina.
Answer---Nothing. But in
due time we had the sex and it was…fine. (Red Flag) Not mind blowing, but how
often do you come across sex that is mind blowing? I found his general personal hygiene lacking. (Red Flag) I
am a shower twice a day person. He’s a shower every other day person. I find
that disgusting. Sorry.
Another thing about him was his kid. He was slightly obsessed
with her. A first I thought it was sweet. I know too many men who don’t spend
enough time with their kids. He saw his every weekend. This is something that I respected.
During the 10 months we dated he would often say to me, “if you want to do
something on the weekend, just tell me and I’ll get that weekend off”. Yeah right. A friend of mine was
getting married and I asked if would go with me. He right away agreed. As we
got closer to the wedding he started asking me if the kid could come. (Red
Flag) Ummm what? No she can’t.
This went on for weeks. Day of wedding he shows up and here’s how it
went down:
Anthony: I won’t lie to you; I almost brought her with me
anyway.
Me: What? Where would she have sat? We’re going to wedding that
we had to RSVP to.
A: I dunno, my lap?
Me: You’re out of your mind.
On the way to the wedding he lamented to me how much he missed
his “little girl” and that we would have to include her in all future
outings. The next morning this man
jumped up out of my bed at 7:03 am and ran out of my place in order to link up
with his “little girl”. (Red Flag)
The first time I spent the day with them I observed behavior
that was just down right weird to me.
Nothing huge--- just little things that I found strange for 13-year-old
girl to still be tolerating. I know I’m not a parent, but A. I have spent my
life around kids and know kids really well. B. I have friends who have kids and
I have seen them in action (and I would ask them questions) and finally C. I’m
pretty intuitive and have the ability to peep out weird shit. The big thing that I found bizarre was
at dinner he took a napkin and methodically tucked it in her shirt. I swear I thought it was a joke. Every single time we went out, he did
it. And she let him! I asked him about it and his response to me was “It’s our
thing and she lets me do it. So what?”
It’s weird you idiot, that’s what.
Why did I bother with this guy? In spite of everything that I’ve
shared (and there is plenty more that I haven’t) I DID like him. He was a
calming presence on me. I
introduced this man to my friends and family. The feedback was pretty much what I expected. “Seems nice” “Kinda corny---but nice”
“He really seems to like you” “He’s really smart” Etc etc. With the exception of one person.
My cousin and I are really close. I love her tremendously and I
know she feels the same way about me.
Things happen in our family and we are often the two who exchange the
WTF look. We are cousins by blood but
friends by choice. At our
grandfathers funeral they wouldn’t let us sit together because they know we are
foolish together. She met Anthony
and told me exactly what she thought. “Pompous” “Boring” “Arrogant” During
dinner she texted me #teamotherguy (name of my ex—That Guy) Honestly I was
pissed. She met him for one
evening didn’t really talk to him all that much, but came up with a definitive
conclusion about him that I felt was unfair and frankly a little mean. We’ve discussed it since, and she has
explained that she just felt he was wrong for me. Which, actually, it turns out
that he is. Just not for the reasons that she felt.
Breaking up with someone is hard. Especially if they feel blind
sided, which he apparently does. He also thinks that I broke up with him because (due to the WLS) that my life is going to change and I'm going to want someone "better". This is not the case. I feel badly, not because I think I made a
mistake, but because I hurt someone who cares about me. But this is my life and
I owe it to myself to seek out happiness and not settle for anything less.
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