Things I will keep from 2009:
Giving someone a second, or even third chance isn't always a bad idea. You can be pleasantly surprised by the changes they make, as I was with Nomad. But I still wouldn't recommend it. After all, if someone screws you over three or four times and you go back to them, you're going to be the butt of someone's joke. In fact you may end up on this very blog!
Slow and steady may, actually, win the race. At first, I was not on board with Superhero Gangster's approach to dating. Really? You want to know me as a friend first? Nothing else? And there's no deadline on this? It could last for how many months? Sweet fancy Moses! (If you can name that reference, you get a cookie!). But it turns out that it wasn't bad at all. While Superhero Gangster was doing what he felt he needed to do, I got to hang out with him and just be myself. There was no pressure, just a little awkwardness in the beginning. I flirt with guys I like, after all, so I had to be a bit more conscious of that. But after that was over, it was smooth sailing, and lo and behold! Here he comes seven months later asking me on a date.
Go with your gut. If the guy is creepy once, he'll probably creep all over you again. So don't chance it! Same with aggression and flakiness. Ah lessons learned.... man Minor League II was creepy!
Even if you consider yourself an excellent judge of character, as I do, you can still be deceived. I never knew the demons Benny and the Jets was facing, and what the underlying reasons for his crazy behavior were. Some men just hide it really well.
Some guys are actually really straight forward and tell you exactly what's going on and what they're thinking. Ferrell was this way - he was old enough to know how he should act with a 22-year-old, so it makes sense. I appreciate the qualities so much more after being with him for 5 months. What he told me in the beginning was just what happened in the end. I should have trusted his words more.
Lastly, fuck people who consistently suck. I have no love for that man anymore, he doesn't even deserve a nickname. He has screwed me over so many times and we haven't dated in years and years. Some people are just toxic. Cut them out. Life isn't long enough to deal with them.
Showing posts with label Minor League II. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Minor League II. Show all posts
Monday, January 11, 2010
Monday, May 4, 2009
He’s actually kind of a douche bag….
I’ve had a guy named Minor League in the past, but this guy really meets the same criteria. Let’s dub him…. Minor League II. I don’t think I could know him by any other name. Let’s break this down: met him at a local bar/club about a month ago. He’s a nice guy; good-looking, funny, athletic… he fits the basic outline of a guy I’d date. But, and there’s always a but, he’s kind of oddly aggressive and, ya, kind of a douche. The aggression freaks me out – I’m a buck 15, this guy can take me, so the more aggressive he acts around me the weirder it gets. I don’t want to become a Lifetime movie here. As for being a douche, here’s an example:
MLII: Hey so what are you doing tonight? Do you maybe want to go out with me and some of my friends?
PP: Ya maybe. I’m in the middle of finals but I may want to take a break.
MLII: Cool, well do you think you could maybe pick us up later?
PP: Uh… what?
MLII: Well we’re already drinking so…
PP: What would you do if I can’t come?
MLII: Take a taxi cab I guess.
Really? I mean come on! I’m not your Dial-A-Ride! That’s strike 2, so he’s almost out.
Ferrell has been my main guy for four months now. I do really want to just be exclusive with him, but I’m going to fight that feeling and not push it with him. He’s not a vocal person when it comes to us, which I’ve mentioned before, and I need to feel it and not hear it. That’s my new mantra, and I’ll repeat it and repeat it and repeat it to myself. O the fun of lying to ourselves.
MLII: Hey so what are you doing tonight? Do you maybe want to go out with me and some of my friends?
PP: Ya maybe. I’m in the middle of finals but I may want to take a break.
MLII: Cool, well do you think you could maybe pick us up later?
PP: Uh… what?
MLII: Well we’re already drinking so…
PP: What would you do if I can’t come?
MLII: Take a taxi cab I guess.
Really? I mean come on! I’m not your Dial-A-Ride! That’s strike 2, so he’s almost out.
Ferrell has been my main guy for four months now. I do really want to just be exclusive with him, but I’m going to fight that feeling and not push it with him. He’s not a vocal person when it comes to us, which I’ve mentioned before, and I need to feel it and not hear it. That’s my new mantra, and I’ll repeat it and repeat it and repeat it to myself. O the fun of lying to ourselves.
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